Dutiron was a relatively strong young boy, certainly one of the healthier amongst his litter and certainly couldn't recall ever having done something stupid to damage his eyes so he was at a complete loss as to why there was suddenly bloody tears falling from them. The deep red liquid was certainly nothing else and though he aimed to know everything, the young boy was at a complete loss as to what could be wrong with him now. Panic was all that filled his mind and in his fear he began to make his way back to the family den, praying that his mother was there and that she would be able to help him.
"Mum?" He called out as he grew closer his eyes were feeling so irritated and though he longed not to cry the tears continued to stream, blood dripping and worry only growing. "Mamma" The calls continued, growing more childlike with each one, his fear evident within the cries. What was happening to him?
Dutiron was glad that it wouldn't take his mother long to reach his side. There were not many things in his life that scared him, so innocent he'd never experienced any danger before in his life now however the young Destruction was truly terrified. He knew nothing of illnesses beyond the strange one that had gripped Descant and apparently refused to move. He knew nothing of death but at least could understand that his brother had never cried tears of blood, something was obviously very wrong with him.
Even now his curious nature would refuse to leave him as he leant into his mother's touch. He shivered slightly as fever would begin to take hold, temperature rising yet suddenly he felt rather chilly. "What's happening to me?" He asked, blood marked face glancing up to gaze at his mother. "What's wrong with me?"