Chasing Status | Sen
04-22-2014, 08:22 PM
Perhaps he would have been dead by now, had his mind not been so ever-determined to remain. Through the violent shaking of his fevers and the rolling sweat that had began to rot within the creases of his pads, a demon of vibrant health and writhing determination would shake and slap at his dwindling soul; flicking chilled waters of hatred upon the weaker body it felt so entrapped within, fighting it for a shared consciousness. Whispers had pried him from his den, his infection now ceased thanks to the tending of Eris; though the wounded capsule of his body still fought for its previous vigour, not quite the man he was those few weeks ago. Brow was furrowed against the dulling light, lips parting as a seal of dried saliva had formed against the cherry surfaces, brittle within the lack of practise of his speech. Though even still the ghoul would manage only the sweetest of utterings, a call for his queen that was as pure as a babes cry for his mother?s love. ooc; Sendoa, and one or two (no more!) relatives/close-known members. |
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