From the queen of England to the hounds of Hell
05-22-2014, 02:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-22-2014, 02:53 PM by Athena I.)
It took all of her willpower to keep herself away from her brother. She sat perched in one of the many gnarled trees of the Mile-high Woods, the spot quickly becoming her hiding place for when she needed to clear her mind and thing. The cold winter air blew by in a quick gust, ruffling her fur as she stared out into the trees. Liberty's words from the day before when she had found Vereux with blood running from his eyes. "The queen and king, they have fallen ill with this disease. It is contagious, and we must be very weary young heiress. Our defenses are falling quickly, we cannot risk infecting others." Isardis, Sendoa, Vereux... Who else had been affected, she wondered. How many more of her pack's members would sucumb to the illness? Athena sighed, crossing her paws in front of her on the tree branch as she sank deeper into thought. What could she do? She knew very little if anything about healing and the only wolf in Glaciem with any extensive knowledge on the subject was Eris. She felt sorry for the Overseer, knowing she was probably run ragged with all of the sickness going around. And then there was her father who had just recently gotten back to health, only to be hit with this new illness. Her mind was reeling, but none of this showed outwardly. Her face was smooth and calm, her shoulders relaxed. She had to keep up appearances after all. ooc: This is totally supposed to be in Mile-high Woods xD I'll get a staffer to move it. My bad. Speech Thought Others |
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