NOT GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS
05-21-2014, 04:50 PM
'Think' His alphess had summons ringing in his ears. For what reason? Dried blood was caked beneath his eyes, as he would stagger toward the pearly woman who also seemed to show the same symptoms as he. The mocha boy's body was twitching, as deliria raced through his mind, begging for him to give in. "Are there any other symptoms?" The voice washed over his ears, unfamiliar to himself, but defiantly Tortugan, heard of in crowds of wolves at meetings. His head was a mess, tattered fur, caked blood, bloodshot irises, saliva dripping. Within his diseased mind, he was slowly growing to be devilish. "There are other symptoms, du?" He forced himself to cut off his words, as an offensive threat would ricochet in his head. He was in no condition to fight or be alone. "It seems I have been affected by this disease as well, but I've been around plenty of furry things like you, and it doesn't seem they've caught the sniffles." He would finish staggering, almost mechanically to collapse, his fever pounding at his skull. Bloodshot eyes weakly gazed into nowhere. "There's no way to survive this. It's already over for me." He tried to close his eyes, but they refused to allow him the final breath. Delirium rushed through his veins as voices began to chant in his head, as wolves began to materialize before him, laughing wickedly at him. He suddenly would stand, body twitching, and charged a tree. "GET AWAY ASSHOLE." His face would collide with the tree, as he slumped, body going limp as his headache would get worse and worse, lying there, as if the world would disappear any moment, and he would not care. |