Share the pain

*Laeta*

Laeta couldn’t say she was faring well herself. However, considering she hadn’t been in a fight her whole life — how ironic considering she had been a loner for so long a fight would be inevitable here and there — she was likely a bit better off than the stranger she was about to encounter.

The monochromatic woman barely rose from her bed this day. The sky was dark all the time, which messed with her sleep cycle considerably. Not only that, but the obvious ooze leaking from her facial features at an alarming rate didn’t afford her much comfort, either. Moments of sleep were few and far in between, interrupted by the sensation of drowning as her throat and nose filled with stationary goop from lying on her side. Thus, having given up on any rest, the erratic woman stumbled her way down the staircase. By some miracle, she didn’t fall. Some subconscious agility, most likely.

For some reason, the ooze-dripping she-wolf felt drawn to the infirmary. She frowned, though not afraid. Whatever this dripping slime plague was, it messed not only with her physical body, but her mind and soul as well, twisting it in such ways that her typical “survival mechanism” was, in a sense, inactivated. She felt no danger, but to a risky extent. If not inside the castle walls, confused and hazy, she very well could have walked off the edge of a cliff without thinking. Thinking? Advanced cognitive effort? Nope. Every thought beyond some broken, scattered sentences, faintly resembling her true self, floated away from her like those damn fireflies that ailed her to begin with.

Approaching the infirmary, Lae’s presence was announced by a wet, choking gurgle followed by a sloppy wipe of her oozy, oil-slicked ruby gaze with one uncoordinated paw. Her senses were diminished due to the glowing, multicolored slime, but she could make out a wolf laying there. She approached him, appearing rather bold — the “normal” Laeta would usually remain at a safe distance. This one, however, felt her psyche was being wrung like a wet cloth. She was a sight herself to behold, charcoal fur unkempt and in wet, uneven tufts and clumps from the ooze dripping down and soaking her coat. Her eyes were squinted from the discharge clogging her gaze, her ears were muffled, and the stuff dribbled on occasion from her lips like fat beads of drool.

She was able to get close enough to observe his injuries. Missing tail..just a bloody raw stump covered in bandages. His paw and neck were wounded, as well. The woman cocked her head to one side, frowning softly though her focual features were marred by the ooze. Seems this guy didn’t escape that fate either; his features were covered in the same glowing stuff as well. Perhaps it was contagious.

"That must hurt," Lae managed to choke out. At least when she spoke she could conceal some of the strange and erratic thoughts running through her addled brain like mice. It took everything in her to maintain something of a “sane” appearance, although the ooze didn’t help. "The oozing stuff doesn’t help much, either, I bet." The boy before her was seeing s very, very different Laeta than most of her pack. It could be a good thing, or a very bad thing. Either way.

"Speech"

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