Short narration
Vashta had always been a secretive person, that much was clear to those who knew her. Most people figured it was best to leave her to her own thing if she was feeling down. However, she had another side, one that came about as a result of the loneliness she'd experienced for millenia.
If those people knew about her other side, they'd know that leaving her alone would be a TERRIBLE idea.
The last contact she'd had with anyone was about a week ago, and it wasn't exactly the sort of encounter that was healthy to dwell on. Especially not with Vashta's extremely self-destructive personality.
As the Pokemon raked her sharp, clawlike nails across her arms, she hissed from the sensation that the injuries created as blood dripped out of the deeper slashes. It was difficult to describe (not that she ever planned to tell anyone, they wouldn't understand); pain was somehow relaxing, yet stimulating, helping to soothe her mind. Usually. But it wasn't working enough.
She had been doing this for almost every day since she'd confessed her feelings. But no matter how much she hurt herself... it didn't feel like enough, and she continued, the severity of her self-inflicted wounds increasing each time. Zelda would be back soon. She'd have to continue this elsewhere after that.
Damn it all.
If those people knew about her other side, they'd know that leaving her alone would be a TERRIBLE idea.
The last contact she'd had with anyone was about a week ago, and it wasn't exactly the sort of encounter that was healthy to dwell on. Especially not with Vashta's extremely self-destructive personality.
As the Pokemon raked her sharp, clawlike nails across her arms, she hissed from the sensation that the injuries created as blood dripped out of the deeper slashes. It was difficult to describe (not that she ever planned to tell anyone, they wouldn't understand); pain was somehow relaxing, yet stimulating, helping to soothe her mind. Usually. But it wasn't working enough.
She had been doing this for almost every day since she'd confessed her feelings. But no matter how much she hurt herself... it didn't feel like enough, and she continued, the severity of her self-inflicted wounds increasing each time. Zelda would be back soon. She'd have to continue this elsewhere after that.
Damn it all.