GRANT ME ONE LAST WISH
06-02-2014, 11:23 AM
OOC: Any pack members can join this thread. Zaria will be dying in this post.
Shivers racking her body ruthless as her fever crept higher and higher. Blood still spilled from her eyes, though more freely than before. Her body couldn't even keep water down. She had accepted many things by now. First, Caeto would not be coming to her rescue, he would not be beside her during her last breath. Secondly, she was going to die. No cure had yet been found, and the plague had spread like wildfire. No savior would be coming for her. The girl would cough, blood spilling from her mouth. She felt like she was on fire, yet freezing all at the same time. Pain wrapped around her like a s suffocating vice. This was the end. She would die of this plague, and everyone was helpless to stop it. From her den, her head would lift, a weak howl slipping out into the world. She didn't want to spend her last moments alone. But the mere act was exhausting, she would fall limp, eyes fluttering shut. Perhaps a nap would help. The Heir of Arcanum would drift off into sleep, her breathing ragged. Ribs would rise and fall, the time in between each breathe growing longer and longer. Finally, she would move no more. The daughter of the Queen was dead, claimed by the plague that ravaged the land. Blood continued to flow from her eyes and mouth until her body was drained and she laid in a pool of blood. Her body would begin to cool, waiting patiently to be found. -Zaria is now deaaaa- Talk like this |