[A walk through the woods is all good for reconnecting with nature...until a river runs red. The vibrant coloring looks like the result of an active murder scene, especially with handfuls of hair and strips of skin floating through it all. Without the any accompanying screams in the distance, maybe someone's trying to dispose of a body.
Dara is all for ritual cleansing with water. In fact, the nearby waterfall is one of her favorite places to meditate and process things. However...the situation is much more extreme than her usual behavior.
With several pumice stones occupying four of her hands, she seems to be scrubbing viciously at her bare skin and scales. Her tail hardly takes a beating, but that can't be said about her upper body. Thick rivulets of blood stream from the self-inflicted wounds from her persistent exfoliation; the god seems to purposely work at sloughing off skin despite it immediately healing back to normal in a few seconds. Practically pristine once she wipes over the spots. Rinse & Repeat. The last two hands pull at her long black hair, gathering it up and slicing through with a knife. Fistfuls of it float down the river, yet every time she seems to chop the majority of it off, it grows back as if nothing happened.
Dissatisfied, Dara's unhappy expression persists while continuing the thorough "cleansing" of her entire exposed body. It's going to take awhile considering the length of her tail still submerged underwater.]
cw: self-harm
Dara is all for ritual cleansing with water. In fact, the nearby waterfall is one of her favorite places to meditate and process things. However...the situation is much more extreme than her usual behavior.
With several pumice stones occupying four of her hands, she seems to be scrubbing viciously at her bare skin and scales. Her tail hardly takes a beating, but that can't be said about her upper body. Thick rivulets of blood stream from the self-inflicted wounds from her persistent exfoliation; the god seems to purposely work at sloughing off skin despite it immediately healing back to normal in a few seconds. Practically pristine once she wipes over the spots. Rinse & Repeat. The last two hands pull at her long black hair, gathering it up and slicing through with a knife. Fistfuls of it float down the river, yet every time she seems to chop the majority of it off, it grows back as if nothing happened.
Dissatisfied, Dara's unhappy expression persists while continuing the thorough "cleansing" of her entire exposed body. It's going to take awhile considering the length of her tail still submerged underwater.]