Deku Arm Scars Novels & Stories

Grace nearly dropped the soap. Scars, large and small, crossed his torso. She'd seen bullet scars before. There were two right next to each other under his left arm. She was so focused on the terrible scars that she barely noticed the black, abstract, curvilinear tattoos on his chest and shoulders. They were fierce, with what looked like stylized talons interwoven with curving, concentric whiplash curves. He was bruised almost black on his right side. More tattoos covered his wrists and elbows in precise, flowing patterns made up of repeating geometric shapes. The burn scar on his left hand was part of a larger burn that marred the tattoo right up to his elbow.

I noticed that Marve had both of his sleeves rolled and that showed the scar on his right arm. A thick uneven scar about 3 to 4 inches long ran all the way from below his elbow to his wrist, I could tell that it was an old injury. “What memory does that scar hold?” I asked inquisitively. Marve took a long look at the scar on his right arm as though it suddenly reminded him of a painful memory.

I questioned. "I was feeling pretty smug about it until Axel spoke." Keiran pushed himself up onto his elbows and then reached up to show me a spot on his upper arm. Leaning forward, I studied the spot carefully. There was a faint mark on his skin from a wound that healed long ago. "The bloodsucker jerked away and took off without a backward glance." I pressed my fingertips to the scar and smiled. It was something I never noticed before, but then again, the scar was barely visible.

Feeling the warmth of her uncle who wore a thick beard and large scar on the left side of his face, his eyes soften and he stoke her back. “There, there my love. There, there. I’m here.” His voice sounds rough and gritty. His eyebrow has slashes with blood splattered on certain area. His clothes were shredded and claw marks covers his arm. Soon after, a few more survivor step out from their hiding place and Eve gave a sigh of relief. She wasn’t alone after all.

- I need to change your bandages. Deamara gave her a short nod. The maid didn't ask any more questions. She sat next to me, laid out ointments and bandages. Carefully, she pushed back the cloth and carefully, fearful of causing pain, unwound the bandages. Deja scowled at the four crimson swollen welts across her belly. The upper one began under the left breast, the latter passed along the very bottom of the abdomen. It all looked disgusting. It is terrible to think what nightmarish scars will remain for life. Deamara winced in pain as Arleta lightly applied the cool ointment. -How long have I been here? - the silence strained the princess, and it was foolish to be afraid of a fragile girl. A

It was the same morning, I was just getting ready to start my day of duties, honestly I didn't know if I had it in me to plaster a smile on my face, but it's my job and I see how happy it makes people so I've just got to suck it up. I was doing my hair in the mirror when I notice something, as I go to pick my hairbrush up I spot the upper part of my arm. This might sound weird but there was nothing to spot, normally when I look in this mirror to do my hair the horrific scar stands out to me, but it's gone. I put my hairbrush back on the counter and stare down at my arm, I even glanced to the other one just to make sure I didn't forget what arm it was on, but both were clear. I feel tears beg

Rhychard splashed cold water over his whisker-stubbled face, the chill shocking some life back into his mind. His arm and chest throbbed with pain even though Kree had successfully healed the gouges Vargas left. The skin was still pink, and even the elven hound couldn't take away the scars left behind.

The white sand drifted away. Beneath the white sand, the appearance of Pearlyn's arm became visible. "I..." As soon as she saw the state of her arm, Pearlyn's body trembled, her pupils rapidly contracting. She froze in place. What she saw was: On her arm, where the blood-stained scars had once been, the area where she applied the White Glycoside Cream had become completely smooth! The once terrifying scars had disappeared without a trace! Although there were still some faint white marks where the scars used to be, these marks were almost impossible to see unless one looked very closely!

“Why, let me treat your wound.” “No need, go out.” “Atlas, why are you so stubborn? Can't you see your hand is bleeding a lot? If you continue to delay, you will bleed to death. Do you want to die?" Having finished speaking, she ignored this man and pushed his hand aside, she directly lifted his sleeve. But as soon as she lifted it and looked at the man's arm, she couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. His hand has many scars, they look very scary, some are bulging and even patchy, the two colors blue and red mixed look a bit brutal, this arm is no different from a demon's arm. Evil in the horror movies she often watches.

I memorise a freckle above his left nipple. My fingers trace my bite that’s left two crescent moon scars on his lower ribs. I study him like I’m going to take a test on every detail, I notice faint scars over his shoulders and chest. I can only guess wolf claws… It’s one of two things we don’t fully heal from. Claws and teeth.