Dead set on living (Epidemic Meeting!)

Fire burned in his brain, it seared down his limbs and raked at the very fabric of his sanity. Hermes had been out on a recruiting run when he'd fallen ill. Blood dripped from his eyes, blood spittle hung in shimmering ropes from ivory fangs that were held bare to air in his panting jaws. Voice swirled around him like fog as he moved toward the call he both recognized and did not. Father? father?. help. Help. It screamed through his brain in a psychic plea for what his lips refused to ask for. Pain stirred his entrails as shocks of fire slipped through him, jerking and contracting his muscles in painful contortions. Somewhere between fever dreams and waking agony his mind had split. He was both the burning monster and yet separate from it, watching himself decay as he wondered what he'd done to make the gods curse him so.


Hermes moved into the meeting, fur and hackles raised, a bleeding, salivating monstrosity. He stood, staring unblinking at the gathering of wolves before jaws parted in a rabid snarl. Ears pinned, shoulders rolled jerkily forward as his neck scrunched back. Tail aligned with spine and his limbs coiled, weight evenly distributed. Toes splayed as claws dug into ground and the brute launched himself forward. NOOOOO!!! NO! He was screaming at himself, begging himself to stop but open jaws aimed right for his beloved mother. Tears of blood streamed down his face, mimicking the etheral tears of his anguished soul. SOMEONE STOP HIM! He didn't even care about his life he just wanted someone to stop him!


Hermes was approaching Natalya head on, attempting to close the distance between them, head tilting to the right, as he aimed to latch his open jaws over her throat, right below the corners of her jaw. Hermes attempted to wrap both his forelegs around the base of her neck, just in front of her shoulders to pull her down into his jaws.