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The results of his investigation had left him shaken and, worse, as the days progressed it became obvious that he had been somehow... poisoned, with something. Liquid as glowing blue as the fireflies that had plagued him trickled from his eyes and ears, a constant fluid that matted the fur beneath them in glowing streams that competed with his body's own glow, the fiery ripples somehow seeming muted beside the blue glow oozing through it. It was in his mind that he needed to be back in Aerie now, obsessively convinced that his absence would lead to it and his family's destruction. But it seemed that whatever poison was in his blood had tweaked his internal sense of direction, and he found his path meandering despite his frantic need. He came out finally at the orchard on Fireside's borders, his dead sprint slowing as he came to a panting, confused halt, head down and sides heaving. He turned his head to spit out blue fluid and his eyes fell on Tyrian, alpha of Fireside, looking even more the worse for wear than Eligos did. After all, Eli only had fluid leaking from his eyes and ears - Tyrian sported crystal growths of some kind, their bases oozing just as much as he. Eligos shifted warily to face the other alpha, his blue-tinged gaze studying him.