There is NO cure
05-28-2014, 08:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-28-2014, 08:26 AM by Fiamette.)
The seizure would not cease with its wrath, rocking the nymphs helpless body like a rag doll as she involuntarily tossed from side to side. Suddenly a heavy force would be brought down upon her rib cadge, and the girl would gasp as the air leaked from her body all at once. Pain would radiate throughout her body from the unexpected blow, bringing an anguished growl to vibrate within the sprite's chest. A voice would call out in the distance, but she could not make out the words in her barley conscious state, and so she would assume it had been a figment of her imagination, a side effect due to the rising heat within her body. Finally the convulsions would subside, and as the crimson babe grew still her consciousness would leave her body completely. Blackened lids would fall over her volcanic eyes, and she would slip into a deep sleep before the devious tyrant. -exit fiamette via sleep- "Speech" OOC: worst tag ever omg ;_; anyways fia is passed out so art has free reign with her |
