Unanswered questions

Emile · Updated 04/30/23:

((Heavily liquid timing, Ooze is still active and Emile has recently caught variant 3 and gotten his eye scar))

Emile hadn't exactly been in the best mind frame before the fireflies had marred his face and he'd caught the ooze but this was undoubtedly the lowest he'd gone. The voices in his head were louder than they'd ever been and even hiding in his nest didn't seem to drown them out. He was so useless! He had to do something to help, it was all he could do! And so driven by that motivation or by the voice in his head chasing him he could not have actually said but Emile found himself chased from the castle, paws taking him from the safety of the stone structure under that unending full moon, lights dancing around his face but despite the calm way they moved he knew they could not be trusted not to turn, the scar on his face was enough of a proof of that.

Finally, he seemed to stop, his paws carrying him to the plains, a peaceful-looking place even in the eerie glow of the longest night. He stood for a moment, letting the brief moment of respite wash over him, the voices were loud but something about behind here helped to quiet them some and for the first time in some time a logical part of Emile's brain finally clicked over. The plague had to be caused by something. Nothing was sprung fully formed from nothing, and so there had to be something he could do to find a source and try and get rid of it.

Maybe it was the food they were eating? So much of the prey animals they'd brought back as of late had strange growths and though as far as he was aware they had been careful to remove any of the clearly infected prey that clearly wasn't enough, so maybe it was infectious even before symptoms started to show. But it wasn't really common for prey animals to hang around known pack lands... That wouldn't work!

Emile turned his attention towards the sky, the voices were quieter now and he hadn't seen Resin since the day he'd gotten his scar. Did they know anything that could help them? "Wwwwwwhy wwwwwon't you helpppppp us?" He asked allowed, though his voice was soft. The voices whispered quietly in his ears, but they too were too soft for him to really make out. Were they abandoned, or was it just him? Alone again.

WC: 401 (Using half word count found here)

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