A creature of the night. A daemon. A vixen. A siren. The fae was all of the above. Her limbs were growing and her body was forming. She was huge, already. Due to her age, a yearling, the girl was near adulthood. She only had two more seasons. She was a little on the meaty side, her body very lopsided and awkward due to her adolescent age. The woman had been off for a while, running around, finding herself. She learned how to survive and fend for herself. Without either of her parents the female was on her own. Though, she came back, for her brother, Neios. She had a bit of a soft spot for the ebony boy. They had a taboo relationship. Playful fighting got out of hand and at times serious in all the wrong ways, but she had yet to adventure that far into their relationship. Nor, did she really think about any of that. The fae was in the moment and she was ready to take the lands by the neck. From her past of being abondoned and lost the female learned a lot of interesting character traits. She became much darker and hatred fumed through her like Mount Volkan its self. Her large body slithered through the woods with ease. Each paw step was silent and each breath was hidden. Her tongue ventured across her inky lips. Purple orbs danced from tree to tree. She knew she was close to a pack, which one she did not know. The woman was not scared, for she would stay hidden until the man she came looking for showed himself. Her dark tail fluttered upon her rear, it was rather high, showing she was a threat. The woman was a threat indeed. She had learned to fight as best as she could in her time away. As best as she could with the tools she had and her age. The girl was advanced but not without faults. Blinded rage filled her and pointless violence excited her. She was scarred, but would never admit it. The girl would embrace her rage and use it to better herself and maybe even her family.. if she could find them. The luxurious femme then lifted her purple-hued head and let out a call for her brother. The pitch was delicious and inviting. He had to come. Speech,

Illness had consumed the colossal monster, morphing his already trembling brain in ways that he could not imagined possible. Even while experimenting with various poisons and potions as a child he had never felt as sickly as he did now. The behemoth would sway upon trembling limbs as he followed the familiar cry that rang out fairly close to the territory's borders. Thick, crimson blood would drip from the corners of his eyes, leaving dry crusted lines down his muzzle, cheeks, and neck. It was obvious he had made no attempt to wipe the plague from his eyes, his toungue hanging lazily from his gaping maw as he panted over and over though he was walking at a steady pace. A feverish heat encased his entire body, making it impossible to cool down although he felt frigid to the bone. As he drew closer her perfume would become overwhelming, making it all too clear who this strange caller was. Nausica. He would slow his pace now, approaching her direction with his tail raised high above his hocks, his pelt bristled, and his lips fully curled. He had not seen his sister in months, and she suddenly decided to show up when the beast fell ill? What were her intentions. He would leave the treeline with ease, dominance radiating in waves despite his plagued appearance. Shortly after her form would become visible among the fading mist that leaked from the soulless forest, and he would make a direct beeline toward her large figure. She looked the same as before, only now his vision was half it used to be due to the blood that caked his eyes and continued to seep. He would smack his lips and try to speak, but suddenly the plague would take over, and he would lose control. His stare would fall blank, and his massive skull would violently twist toward the right, then the left, then upward, and downward, and vise versa, over and over again. His right back limb would jerk outward, kicking at anything that could possibly be in its doomed path. His mouth would gape open as a deep gurgling noise arose from the pit of his throat, and without warning vomit would spew across the earth at his paws. He would sway back and forth, attempting to keep his balance and his body uncontrollably twitched and spasmed. ooc note: neios is wearing his harness in this thread

ooc: sorry quick post D: The smell of disease filled the air as lazy paw steps were heard. The scent of blood and illness was mixed. Her eyes roamed the forest as she waited for her brother to show himself. Was he ill? Was he near death? The daemon stared forward, her ears sharp as ever. Suddenly he was close and she turned to look at him. Her eyes feasted upon hell. His eyes were bleeding crimson goop and his tongue was rolled out of his diseased mouth. Nausica let forth a tiny little laugh, small as a quick yip. She then watched as he began to twitch and convulse. His leg shot forward and his balance was wavered. The ebony dame watch with a frown and let out a tiny sigh. "Brother.. what the fuck did you do?" The black dove got a little closer but was cut off by vomit. He let out a horrible mess. She cried out slightly and glot closer. The woman attempted to press her body to his, to try to stabalize him. Maybe bring him back from whatever he was going through. "Neios, my brother, tell me what happened!" Her voice was high pitched but excited non the less. She sighed softly and whimpered softly. "Brother.." Speech,

Nausica's voice would be lost among the cries that were chanting inside his head, the feverish heat encasing his body playing tricks on his crumbling mind by whispering phony conversations into his ears. He would not hear just one voice, but multiple, all going on about different subjects, as if they were debating over nothing and everything at once. The behemoth knew this illusion was an effect from the illness, and so he would do his best to drown out the screeches with his willpower. His sister would draw closer despite the vomit that littered the earth before them, her smaller frame pressing against his with force as she attempted to keep him stable with her support. He would resist the temptation to snap hungrily at her, his frying brain demanding he take out his frustration on the nearest target. "Na-Nausica...." His lips would crease as her name bubbled from within his throat, his tone raspy and his words stuttered and broken. "Disease... Plague... Contagious..." He would chant the words like a possessed being, his frigid amethyst eyes beginning to twitch and roll backwards into his skull as he swayed from side to side upon trembling limbs. Without warning the violet hued monster would lose his bearing, his quivering limbs folding beneath him as he came crashing down toward the cold earth. He would meet the ground with a heavy thump, his skull smacking the ground and bouncing upward like a ball against the pavement. A pained groan would seep from his clenched lips as another convulsion began to sweep through his body, starting with a quaking shake within his back limbs. "Blood... Eyes... Fever... Spasms.... Unpredictable... Aggressive... Run. Run. RUN!" His chants would grow much louder than before, his boisterous voice ringing out across the territory with ease. The convulsions would spread throughout the rest of his body, rocking him from side to side as he writhed against the earth like a possessed being. His eyes had rolled into the back of his skull, his mouth gaped open as saliva and foam seeped from the corners, and blood dripped in lines from his eyes to his throat.

ooc: she can call for someone in acranum now xD

 

The woman would always be there for her brother through thick and thin. He was disgusting, red blood spewed from his purple orbs and gooped up under his eyes. He convulsed and shook. He was really warm, obviously running a fever. But, the girl loved Neios and would be there for him. As he mumbled her name the girl gasped and replied with urgency. "What is it, darling?" She sounded calm and frantic at the same time. The woman watched him with a close eye as he began to speak some more. "Disease... Plague... Contagious..." The woman would only have guessed. There are few things that could make such a large Wolf so sick. It muse be some sort of Plague. The ebony female nodded and licked his muzzle gently. "You will be fine, I promise. We will get you help." Nausica licked him once more, as if that would cure him then and there.

The man would then crash down to the ground below. He flopped over, suddenly, making a loud thud upon the earth. Nausica rushed to his side and stared at him with worry. Her eyes were wide and nearly wet from tears. But, she refused to cry. Only he would see such a thing. The man began to shake even more, his hand legs twitching and convulsing. The Saxe lady leaned down and listened to him before his voice raised into a thunderous shout. She was not phased by his anger. But, she would never run from him. The vixen would shake her head before raising it to the sky. The babe let forth a call to whoever would come. It was for his pack. It was urgent. The woman hoped someone would come. Her attention would return to her plagued brother with sorrow filled eyes. His eyes were rolled back and blood ran down his muzzle. "Neios, hang in there. Please brother, you will be fine! I promise." The woman leaned down once more and licked at the blood, hoping for the best.