The Titan's Fall (Open)
Sept 15, 2016 15:11:20 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2016 15:11:20 GMT -5
Cal:
Cal dragged himself into the warren. His silver-blue eyes dull, as he coughed hard. He was sick, really sick. He dragged into the nearest thing and curled into a ball, eyes red and puffy, fur falling out in chunks as his mouth foamed. (He dose not have Rabies, Cal has a vary sever case of the flu, also why he has it in summer. He's also having a allergic reaction to some ticks that bit him.) Cal pushed his ears back, coughs raking his body as he tried to succumb to the exhaustion that dragging himself in here had formed. Cal's nose glistened with snot, and he was shivering wildly. Tears formed at his eyes as he tried to hold in the sounds of sickness and hiding his weakness. He was a wild animal, weakness would get you killed.
Cal's sobs echoed through the warren, disturbing a silver wolf who was sleeping. Cal coughed again, a rattling cough that shook his rib cage. He didn't see the silver wolf who looked at him in surprise, then worry.
Justice:
Justice growled softly, his sleep interrupted by coughing, sneezing, and moaning. Sighing, Justice followed the noises. A smell hit him, a smell of sickness. It was heavy in the air and suddenly Justice was worried. Some poor wolf was sick, he had to help somehow. What Justice saw was his brother Cal. Justice yelped in surprise, looking at the brown and white wolf before him. The next thing he registered was, 'Cal looks really sick..' Justice ran forwards, nuzzling his head and get him to move. Another rattling cough disturbed the silence. Justice curled his tail, afraid. If he left Cal, who would keep an eye on him? Cal was too weak to hunt, but he clearly needed a healer. Justice whined as he ran outside, serching for a wolf who would be willing to stay wail he went for White Magic. Justice carried the sent of sickness on his coat, confirming that someone was sick, but it was not him.
Cal dragged himself into the warren. His silver-blue eyes dull, as he coughed hard. He was sick, really sick. He dragged into the nearest thing and curled into a ball, eyes red and puffy, fur falling out in chunks as his mouth foamed. (He dose not have Rabies, Cal has a vary sever case of the flu, also why he has it in summer. He's also having a allergic reaction to some ticks that bit him.) Cal pushed his ears back, coughs raking his body as he tried to succumb to the exhaustion that dragging himself in here had formed. Cal's nose glistened with snot, and he was shivering wildly. Tears formed at his eyes as he tried to hold in the sounds of sickness and hiding his weakness. He was a wild animal, weakness would get you killed.
Cal's sobs echoed through the warren, disturbing a silver wolf who was sleeping. Cal coughed again, a rattling cough that shook his rib cage. He didn't see the silver wolf who looked at him in surprise, then worry.
Justice:
Justice growled softly, his sleep interrupted by coughing, sneezing, and moaning. Sighing, Justice followed the noises. A smell hit him, a smell of sickness. It was heavy in the air and suddenly Justice was worried. Some poor wolf was sick, he had to help somehow. What Justice saw was his brother Cal. Justice yelped in surprise, looking at the brown and white wolf before him. The next thing he registered was, 'Cal looks really sick..' Justice ran forwards, nuzzling his head and get him to move. Another rattling cough disturbed the silence. Justice curled his tail, afraid. If he left Cal, who would keep an eye on him? Cal was too weak to hunt, but he clearly needed a healer. Justice whined as he ran outside, serching for a wolf who would be willing to stay wail he went for White Magic. Justice carried the sent of sickness on his coat, confirming that someone was sick, but it was not him.