crimson tears
05-21-2014, 03:15 PM
She was beyond panic. She was in a place panic was afraid to go. Tears of blood continued to seep from her year ducts, her body heat continued to rise. In all of this, Lysis would remain close by - most likely as perplexed as the ailing Queen. Sendoa knew this was the end. It had to be. Why else would such a plague be upon her? A figure loomed nearby, familiar - and suddenly threatening. Instantaneously she growled, her head whipping toward him, eyes open wide but yet unseeing. Nostrils flared as she bellowed at him. "You are lying! I am going to die and you are going to stand and watch. That's what you all want! You did this to me!" She breathed hard and fast, the heat burning inside her weakening her frame. She wavered on her paws as she tried to lunge toward him. Her legs buckled as she landed a foot short of him, and she crumpled to the earth in a pile of blue robes and crimson tears. Consciousness swiftly separated itself from her being, and her limbs move of their own accord. Her neck twisted and curled and her jaws opened stiffly to let loose a horrific cry. The seizure controlled her for a moment more before she lay still once again. ?speak,? |