Frankly, My Dear...
03-30-2013, 10:21 PM
Things were getting much worse. The brunette queen had distanced herself from the others, but she had a good reason to do so. She wasn't sure if what she had was contagious, but if it was, she would never forgive herself if she transmitted it to others. It was absolute hell. She couldn't keep anything down, nor did she have an appetite. Nothing sounded desirable to her, not even a freshly killed buck tickled her senses. Her muscles ached terribly, and her organs felt like they were going to explode any second. Her temperature was high, leaving her body hot and feverish. Muscles tensed and shook rapidly beneath her pelt as she desperately looked for a warm place to keep herself comfortable. Things were getting dimmer, things seemed to fade away. The sound of her husbands voice called out across the territory, and as badly as she wanted to see him, she couldn't bring herself to it. For a moment she ignored his call, eyes closed tightly around her dimming pools of blue. What would he say when he discovered her? Would he regret ever accepting her as his wife? Demote her because she wasn't fit to lead the pack? As badly as she wished she knew this wasn't a fantasy. True love was out there, but nothing worked in your favor. The pack would diminish if she came back to the borders and infected those within it. She couldn't do it. He needed her, she could hear it in his voice. Her heart ached more than the pain attacking her body. This was going to kill him. But, she needed him. Her head raised a few feet from the earth, brunette muzzle lifting as she attempted to call him. It was a short, raspy sound, but hopefully he would pick it up. Exhausted from even that movement she laid her head back down against the cold earth, body rolling to the side as she laid on the right side of her body. Her rib cadge rose and fell as she inhaled cautiously, and delicately. Speech, |
OOC: She has Canine Leptospirosis, you can check it out if you want. This is gunna get cray ;3