She didnt know what was happening. Blood trickled down her face, spilling from her eyes like tears. Shivers racked her dark body, but she couldn't tell if it was a fever or the winter chill. She stumbled along, shadows dancing around her, taunting her. The girl would flinch away from their grasp, jaws snapping in their direction. Why was this happening? She didn't understand. She desperately looked for her mother but she kept getting lost, unable to pinpoint her mothers den. A weak howl left her lips, calling for anyone that was in the area. Her stomach snarled in protest, aching for release. Her back would arch as she expelled her stomach contents. Jaws parted in a pant, her heart raced. The shadows continued to reach for her, tugging at her pelt. Where was Caeto? She hadn't seen him in weeks. She needed him now more than ever. A low whine slipped from the Heirs jaws. Was this the end? Talk like this

Most of Alactria, if not all had been turned upside down in a matter of chaos.

Though, To the dark pearls surprise she had been spared from the torment. Perhaps perposly, to help aid somehow. Though, Meinx was loosing hope for any treatment. How could their be? The large behemoth would quickly pace across the hard floor, spotting that yet another had fallen ill. But who? As she neared closer it became clear that it wasnt just a commoner, but the princess. Though Meinx wasnt keen on giving a helping hand she'd push her thoughts away, making sure the girl knew of her precense. She wasnt completely alone, which hopefully would set her mind a little more at ease. Meinx didnt know if it was contagious or not, but with only a little hesitation she would lean her large frame onnto Zarias for support. " Come, Let me take you somewhere safer. Perhaps your mother is close by." The Councieller wasnt aware if the queen had been struck down, but she could only hope atleast she was doing well. Oceanic gaze would quickly look to see if anyone else was close by before hopefully leading Zaria closer to her den or her mothers.

D?gmar had gone from misery to bliss then back to misery in the span of a few days and it had left once again in a sour mood. Her heat had started at the first breath of winter stronger than she'd ever experienced it before, it's intoxicating horror threatening to drown her with need. It scratched at her brain nearly removing any sense of logic. She did NOT want pups again? but she'd needed a body? so she'd found a clever solution. She'd gone to visit his pupil. After all it was his graduation ceremony and his final test. Drashiel was a handsome male too, large, strong and solidly built. Old enough to look like a man but young enough that she doubted their union would leave her anything to worry about. The graduation had also been a relative success. His final test was to kill another wolf. After all it was one thing to learn to fight but another entirely to learn to kill but she was confident he was well on his way to being a truly fierce warrior. D?gmar's pace slowed a little as she leaned back to lick at her haunches. They'd killed an Ebony femme in cold blood, taken extra care to mask their scent from the body and to ensure the kill was outside Ebony territory to make it even more confusing. She'd gotten out of the battle fairly well except for a large, deep, and rather unattractive laceration on her rear end. With a snarl at the cheek of the woman they'd slain she continued back into Arcanum territory. Her limbs shook slightly and she snarled, lashing out at some invisible attacker. Just as the heat of her loins had died a raging fire now burned in her skull. No longer was her flower slicked with blood but now it spilled from her eyes. Had she been cursed? It was then she ran into Zaria and Meinx and she stood there, scarlett-stained emerald gaze landing on the younger femme who was also showing the same symptoms. "Fuck? it's some sort of sickness isn't it." With a snarl she howled for the healers. Where were they?

Voice would breach her audits, though they didn't make sense. She would jump as someone touched her, there words still not making sense. Icy eyes struggled to focus on the figure, one that was slightly familiar. A howl thundered in her skull, eyes shifting the a second woman, one she recognized as the Marquis. "Whats happening?" The cold grasp her, causing her bodice to vibrate in an attempt to stay warm. Blood continued to drip down her face, burning her eyes and matting her pelt. She needed to find her mother, they needed help. She knew nothing about this disease. Would she die from it? Was this the end for her? The girl swayed on her paws, panic filling her chest. Though that panic quickly turned to aggression. A growl filled her chest cavity, hackles lifting as lips curled back to reveal ivory daggers. A snarl shattered the silence, her tail lashing angrily behind her. Stone cold gaze would turn on the nearest, Meinx. Jaws would unhinge as the girl lunged forward in an attempt to grab a hold of the other girls neck. The rage she was felt was unlike anything she ever imagined, she was out of control, unstoppable, and unreasonable. Talk like this