Share the pain
11-07-2021, 09:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-07-2021, 09:38 AM by Laeta. Edited 1 time in total.)
You could say that, the other wolf replied in response to his wounds. Normally, Lae would’ve picked up on his bitter mood, the irritation only thinly concealed in the dryness of his tone. He didn’t like her, nor did he appreciate her presence right by him. If she hasn’t been afflicated, she likely would’ve apologized and left as quickly as she came. However, the ooze shifted uneasily about her body, and likely surrounding her brain in that same goop that trickled down her face - and it definitely had an effect on her mental status. She was terrified of the darkness, beyond a rational awareness. She lingered within the well-lit regions of the castle, including areas frequented by others. Still, the paranoia didn’t ease off because she was in a safe place - she was convinced eyes were watching her through the cracks in the walls, observing her every move. Speaking of which, she sharply turned her head towards a few crumbled spots on the wall behind them, as if thoroughly certain she had witnessed a pair of eyeballs sitting there. Narrowing her glazed, oil-slicked orbs slightly, she turned back to the grey wolf, slime dripping down her features with wet splats as they hit the stone floor. As the injured male shifted in an attempt to get a better look at her, the two of them being strangers and thus, needing to get a better look at their appearances, he had remarked, You don’t look injured. The woman shrugged softly. Did she need to be injured to come here? Perhaps he didn’t think so. They were all sick. The infirmary didn’t seem to help much in regards to their mystery illness, anyway. She frowned, though it was hard to tell as her lips were concealed by the dribble of flourescent, technicolor slime. "Couldn’t sleep. I felt drawn here for..some reason." She had to fight back words "find my mother" as she spoke, choking them back as a wet gurgle bubbled from her throat. The amount of ooze that came from her mouth was sickening, and it often made her choke and vomit. She swallowed it back as her stomach churned in protest, but she prevailed. She was on a mission to find her mother, and save her. Though..save her from what, exactly? She couldn’t remember. Whispers in the walls encouraged her mission, and to escape the eyes of the castle that kept watching her. The strange words she’d be enduring rattled her head like a fresh hoard of fireflies, making her brow furrow as if in pain. Have to find your mom. She needs to be saved. The eyeballs and fireflies will get to her first at this rate. What are you doing? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Save her. Save her, save her- Lifting a paw to rub her head with a groan, she just barely picked up that the male mention she was new. She blinked her ooze-encrusted eyes. It was by some miracle that she was picking up his words, anyways, but that could be helped by their close proximity. Her senses were so diminished, it was terrifying to feel she was walking almost blind, deaf, unable to smell, much less taste. She nodded at his remark. "Yes, I’m new," She said, trying her best to remain audible as the ooze muffled her speech. Fighting back the erratic mindset she was experiencing, she forced out, "I’m Laeta, who might you be?" The dialogue might be some welcome interaction, once bound to the real world. It was clear to see she was struggling against whatever this ailment was trying to do to her, ruining her body as well as the remenants of her sanity. |
comin' up for air in the deepest of the deep ends
i thought i learned it all, but boom, the plot thickens
laeta has a european badger companion named melis. he can speak and is assumed to be with her at all times.