In My Blood

The paranoia came on about the same time as others of her pack began to grow mushrooms and crystals from their eyes, and that was enough for Aryn to run. There was no way she was getting whatever infectious disease that turned you into a walking fungus - absolutely not. Healer or not, Aryn was determined to make it as far away from Habari and the infected wolves that lived there as she could manage.

It was not intentional to wander directly into the Soulless Forest a second time, but it felt fitting that to the fog-ridden forest was where her nervous and paranoid paws took her. This was where it began, where the ghost wolf ran through Eligos and her. Whatever had touched her mind had come from here. Her nose felt wet and Aryn lifted a paw to swipe at it, painting her foreleg with blue ooze that only heightened her fear and paranoia. "What did you do to me?" She yelled into the empty fog. She swiped her paw up along her wet face once more, finding it had begun to leak from her eyes as well. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Throwing her head to the ground she began to thrash into the dirt, beating her paws against the ground in tear filled anger.