[ She is alive, believe it or not, still stirring beneath her empty-looking flesh shell. Her inner wolf paws at her to get up, wake up, start fighting, start killing, feeding, drinking. It's hungry, and Erica is mean to serve those desires - or something. To be honest, she's too lazy, too broken and tired, to do anything other than ignore her burning insides with passive care for what it does to her human body. She's lost the ability to care about herself. She might as well be dead.
They had left her near dead, anyway. Wolfsbane in her system, causing several seizures on her part - that was her torture. There's throw up and saliva encrusted on her shirt and it smells awful and feels even worse. It's met with idle interest, though, because she feels like death and, to be honest, no scent is going to wake her up from that.
The sprinkle of water shocks her into a slight awakening, moving her head to one side, while shifting a knee up for her forehead to rest on. She looks a mess, but that's the least of her worries, to be honest. An ugly girl gone pretty, obsessed with her looks like her life depends on it, and now she wouldn't care if someone burned all her flesh off and cut her hair and ripped her to shreds. She feels like shit, might as well look it.
She groans. ]
Fuck off, Stiles.
[ But it's hardly threatening, given her current state. After a second, she loses herself and - watch out Stiles! - she's falling over. ]
of course it's k!! :') sorry if this is a little depressing OOPS
They had left her near dead, anyway. Wolfsbane in her system, causing several seizures on her part - that was her torture. There's throw up and saliva encrusted on her shirt and it smells awful and feels even worse. It's met with idle interest, though, because she feels like death and, to be honest, no scent is going to wake her up from that.
The sprinkle of water shocks her into a slight awakening, moving her head to one side, while shifting a knee up for her forehead to rest on. She looks a mess, but that's the least of her worries, to be honest. An ugly girl gone pretty, obsessed with her looks like her life depends on it, and now she wouldn't care if someone burned all her flesh off and cut her hair and ripped her to shreds. She feels like shit, might as well look it.
She groans. ]
Fuck off, Stiles.
[ But it's hardly threatening, given her current state. After a second, she loses herself and - watch out Stiles! - she's falling over. ]