The stench of Death [o]

[sirra]

Put me down... Her own cave had been her own ill bed. But lately she felt no more pain, she felt nothing. Delirious; she couldn't even remember her own name. All she felt was anger. Stupid anger. The fae stumbled out of her cave, snarling. Have I ever been like this before? Her encased mind wondered, but in a way that part of her had no control. Sirra started going on a rampage. A bush just near the clearing, she had begun to growl and curse at it. Half-heartedly attacking it. Droopy limbs and her body so skinny and lacking of recent muscle. The fae looked like a walking corpse. Her face hung from her skull.

She might as well be dead.

Ooc|short, but I need to get her posting. It has a point anyways

[Ruedi]

Ruedi sniffed around the amithyst territory perhaps looking for some food or maybe just for no reason at all. He swished his bushy tail around and raised his head was a smile on his face and his pink tongue lolling out of his black lined lips. He had already knew this wasn't to be his territory after he would join the black femme's pack. The large male padded deeper into this territory, and soon, the scent of another wolf had filled his nose. It was a female, and by the scent, it seemed like what he was about to see, was not going to be pretty. Ruedi trotted along, soon spotting the female, sick, weak, and angry, fighting what seemed to be a bush. What's going on here? Ruedi had wondered as he cautiously approached more.

"Ma'am, are you alright" he asked concered, raising a paw to approach just one more step closer, "...Miss?"

[sirra]

Clouded thoughts spread through her mind like a black plague. Her vision was blurry. And foam was only slightly coming to her mouth, maybe there would be some time. But at the moment, everything was either hysterical to Sirra, or they seemed like an enemy. As a new wolf came up, Sirra didn't see it as what it was at all. She instead saw a big, grey apparation that became to move closer. Sirra's confused mind took it as a threat. The infectious and contagious decease was eager to spread. Sirra was just a pawn.

Then the figure moved closer by a step, and thats when the she-wolf sprang forward with a horrid snarl that ment she was serious. Her halckes were raised, and deep down inside her conscience tried to break through, but it was unsucessful.

[Ruedi]

Ruedi watched the female as the foam had almost lined her mouth. Now the thought had finally reached him. This wolf is sick (well duuuuh). Obviously his approach would not be safe just careless. Then all at once, the female had jumped forward with a vicious snarl, which had probably meant back off. Ruedi had understood though, this wolf couldn't help it, she was sick and it was the horrible disease trying to take over and make him seem like a threat. He stared at her, it must've been awful to have to keep living with such a sickness. Slowly he took a few steps back, knowing just one bite could probably leave him with the disease too.

"Woah, woah, woah!" he whined, but soothingly, "calm down, I won't harm you." This attempt of making conversation was probably impossible, but he hoped this would work.

[sirra]

"Riuk! Where are you!?" She cried out desperatly, the only thing she could remember was the name of the she-wolf and her duty. Sirra was in pain.
Then the voice of the figure softened. But soon it began to irritate her, and even though it took her as serious. Somehow Sirra's confused mind just aimed to attack it. This wolf, a maker of many medicines, and healing, also knew about death, decease.. Poison. Infact right the day as she became ill, Sirra came across it. A red-berry-bush. Death berries they're called, they smell so sweat and look so appatizing. Yet even one berry could kill a normal-sized wolf. Am I telling you this as a hint or just background info? I don not know. It is your choice. Be bitten, run, or Kill.
Sirra's clouded mind told her nothing. Her vision was going dark. All she watned was Riuk, Riuk and her herbs. She needed it now, before it was too late and the decease would be uncurable. It maybe So yes, this decease is curable. You just need to find the plant, and you need to know what the plant is. It's just in the dead of winter, and no plants. Some come out too late.
That's when Sirra darted forward at the man, her stubby legs stretched out, and her fangs open as she glided through the air, aiming for the wolf. Now, it is your multiple choice you brute. What will you do next?

Ooc| Sorry about my over-watching-type point of veiw. I just felt bad saying. And then she leaped at him So I tried to make it pretty interesting and gave you a slight 'conscience' x)

[Ruedi]

"Riuk! Where Are you?"
He heard the sick female cry. It was a depressing sight, only just staring at her, not really knowing what to do to help. What do you need he whined in thought, I want to help, but how!? Ruedi just stood there, thinking he heard of those bushes, the ones that cures diseases like this. The only problem was...he didn't know where to find it. It was probably too early for them to be blooming as of now, so that probably won't help. The only cure was as he assumed, was to kill her and end her misery. He didn't want to though, but might be what's best for her. Suddenly right infront of Ruedi, he saw the female leaping towards him, her jaws wide open, the disease telling her to kill.

With only instinct, Ruedi had also charged his inscisors protruding through his lips, he reached her, now standing on his back legs, just to get his for legs on to her side, he grasped her by the back of her neck, but gently, not trying to harm her. This was was such a careless move, but it was instinct and it would leave him dead. He threw the female down so that she was now on laying on her side, he growled. The disease must be making her think of him even more as a threat after that attack he had made back, but he was only protecting his self. Where will this leave the two wolves now?

[Riuk]

There was no warning before she barreled into him, knocking herself over also in the process. They both rolled over in the dirt before they stilled. She had successfully gotten the enemy off of her pack-mate, but now she was on the ground herself. Not such a good idea. Riuk quickly got to her feet and took a protective stance over Sirra. She growled at the male, but it was muffled by a dying plant that rested in her jaws. Riuk wasn't the fighting type, and she usually never wanted to harm another living animal, but what was she supposed to do? Stand aside as her friend was murdered? She didn't think so!

"Who are you and what do you think you are doing?" she snarled, the plant dropping from her mouth as she spoke. It was slightly withered and old, but it fit the description that Sirra had given her. Normally any wolf would be repelled by the strong scent of sickness that wafted from Sirra, but Riuk's only thought was to keep her safe. That meant fighting for her and staying near. So she crouched slightly, ready to attack if the male made a wrong move.

[sirra]

Sirra lurched as a new bundle of gray stopped her from her pounce. Sirra only made an odd and deep growl sound from inside her. But her breath was caught up in her throat as she coughed and wheezed. It was Riuk, thank the Gods. she actually recognized this wolf with her clouded of memory. The other dark apparition was still there though, and Riuk was facing it. and even though Sirra knew exactly who Riuk was, a friend, not a foe, she was still tempted to urge to bite at her. The confusing sickness made her legs ache to jump, and her decease-infected fangs desperate to sink into flesh.

And perfect, Riuk wasn't looking. It took nearly all of Sirra's inner will power to stop herself, but the sickness inside of her still had semi-control. and Sirra sprang forward, legs and claws extended with a nice set of fangs ready to sink into Riuk's flesh. Deep inside Sirra yearned to call out for the she-wolf to move, but also to stay right where she was. She craved to spread the clouding sickness.

Her senses were so screwed that she couldn't even detect to herb in Riuk mouth. Thyme.

[Ruedi]

Ruedi tumbled over with the new female onto the ground. This made him let out a snarl as he hit the cold dirt, it irritated him. He was being attacked for protecting himself. He stood him self up and shook out his fur, now feeling more aggressive than before. Ruedi glared at the new female, the herb in her mouth must've been the antidote, and it was probably safe to assume that she was the medic.

"Who are you and who do you think you are?"

He snorted and gave another growl, "I'm Ruedi, and I think I was protecting myself from being bitten by that sick beast..." His hackles raised to the point where they looked like needles on his back. His teeth were bared, and his tail was raised, now ready for the next attack that might be coming. Then the sick female lunged at the new fae, ready to bite and spread the horrid disease.

"Watch out!" he snapped, running past the threatening fae and bit down on the back of the sick female's neck, trying desperatley to hold her down. This might cause her to bite at him, but that didn't matter. He wasn't going let the disease spread and he wasn't only trying to protect himself now...he also was protecting Riuk.

[sirra]

As the fae flung through the air, something like a pound on rocks heaved her down, and on the back of her neck. Sirra let out a shrill cry and scrambled. She felt the strange wolf she wanted to bite so badly hold her down with quite a grip. And Sirra's stubby legs and strength that was made for only gathering herbs become nothing compared to Ruedi's. It would only hurt her more if she didn't hold still, now the sickness that clouded her eyes and memory had begun to slow down as a Drury gaze of sleep washed over her like an ocean wave.

It must've been her skeletal figure and lack of food and water, most importantly; heath, that made his come over her. Sirra wasn't fully asleep just in a state of giving up. And held still as inside her mind she begged for the tangy herb of Thyme. She groaned.

[Riuk]

The sound of a feral growl behind her caused Riuk to let her attention drift from Ruedi to Sirra. It was a horrible mistake, but she couldn't stop herself as she turned to face the crazed friend she used to know. Her jaws were wide, her eyes were wild, and she was ready to kill. Riuk's heart squeezed.... how could she...

"Watch out!" came the call of the strange wolf, and in her confusion she ducked out of the way of Sirra's fangs. Her jaws snapped empty air, nearly missing Riuk's face, and then Ruedi grabbed her by the neck and shoved her to the ground. Riuk stood in silence as she watched the medic struggle and growl beneath the new wolf. She gasped, and then shook her head.

"She needs the Thyme!" Riuk yelled, motioning for the herb that sat motionless next to the two wolves.

[Ruedi]

The male held Sirra down, with rumbles of sound ubrupting from his throat. His pale-blue eyes glanced back at the Riuk who only stood in silence and disbelief. Ruedi was growing impatient, and his anger and aggression was growing by the minute. He did not want to put up with this any more.

"Give her the damn plant and lets get this over with!" he snarled, continuing to hold the medic down. She seemed to be giving up, which was not a good sign.

[sirra]

umm... not much to say soo.

Sirra struggled under the pressure. The cloudness in her mind slowly giving away to enternal darkness.

[Riuk]

Riuk wasn't paying attention to anything else. Not how rabid Sirra was or at the angry words the male was spouting at her. All she cared about was helping her friend. She ignored how she growled, but payed attention to her dying strength. There wasn't much time left.

Once again, Riuk wasn't sure what to do, but she decided that the plant was to be eaten. She grabbed the plant with her mouth and walked up, shoving her mouth next to Sirra's. She used her paw to slightly open her mouth, and then pushed the plant from in between her teeth. "You have to eat this, Sirra!" she said.

[sirra]

The next thing she knew, she heard that oh so familiar voice of her best friend, but wedges still stabbing her down to hug the forest floor. Then a large, also familair stench of herbs were pressed against her nose. Slightly forgeting what they were useful for Keaki's inner-self made her lick up and gag the harsh, bitter herb down. Now there is no medicine in the world that takes a second to work... But there is sleep. She had been taught many times as a younf pup. And as here weakness inclined, the darkness on her eyes were like weights and made her drift into a dreary sleep. Maybe in a few days be able to be better by then. And a soft, light breathing sound came out of her maw. Peace.

OOC| ugh, short xD