There is NO cure
05-22-2014, 10:59 AM
She could not smell the perfume of the stranger who was approaching her, her senses masked beneath her blood and concern for her life. Frantically she would wipe her eyes until the tyrant's question poured into her ears at an unbearable pitch, bringing another agonizing cry from the adolescent's lips as she pressed her paws against her ears. She could not understand the figures speech, only hearing a high pitched buzz where words should have been. Frenzied she would roll onto her side, having no balance with her blackened paws over her ears as she continued to scream over and over again despite the ghostly figure lingering above her. She would stare upward at the ghoul with wide eyes, though her volcanic gaze would see nothing but deception. Her brain was frying from the feverish heat that consumed her, and she would not register the figure above her as a wolf, but instead she would see an enemy, a threat. Bloody tears would continue to stream down her crimson face, her nymph-like body quaking beneath the wrath of a sudden aggressive seizure. Limbs would flail in all directions as she rolled onto her back, her body rocking from left to right as she writhed uncontrollably on the forest floor. Her eyes would roll into the back of her skull, exposing the whites as her blackened eyelids quivered above her eyeballs. She would gasp hoarsely for air, her screams having subsided as her consciousness began to seep from her body. "Speech" |
