176 Tell the story of one of your past scars.

Scars? I’m a glamour-user – and a shape-changer, up to a point. Piercings and ornaments and such just come and go. I have to think about keeping any features that I especially like, and why would I bother to keep a scar? I’ve seen them on other species and the damaged skin can turn – I think they call it keloid. It doesn’t stretch like unscarred skin and sometimes the scarred creature can’t move about as well after it gets injured.

I’ve heard people sing that scars on the heart are the same. Get that broken too many times and it won’t function the same. They sing that you can cure people of feeling love for anything at all by putting too many scars in their hearts. (Then they go out and do something stupid like giving their kid one more chance or bailing the guy who hit them out of jail.)

I guess scars are a reminder of a learning experience. Nature’s way of telling you not to do that again. I guess they are.

{firewalled against all who mean harm.}

Hey, I’d forgotten one. I was bitten by a werewolf, during a Gig involving them over in the cold northlands. I smoked out the moment I felt the jaws close. You never saw a pup look so surprised! It went back on its haunches and yipped like a coyote. That does show, in the right light. Four little marks, pale spots against the skin of my leg. There’s not many can say that they’ve been bitten by a werewolf pup and it didn’t change their lifestyle but I could, back then.

I picked up another mark from one, later – but that’s another story. {/firewall}

Muse; Sweet the Singing Demon,
Fandom, BTVS
Words; 280