Infirmity

[Kala]

The forest was dying all about the lone timber wolf, but what was she to do? She simply had to survive until she could find a way to escape this living nightmare, but could not find one. The only way was death, though she wasn’t about to do that to herself. Frowning, she glanced about hoping the whispers of some kind of savoir where true, if so then her long journey from one side of the lands to the other would not be in vain. With soft quite steps, she pressed further on until she came across some kind of shadowed figure. At first fear began to claw at her guts telling her it was the demon that haunted the lands, but when the figure turn it’s head, it did not hold those god forbidden glowing red eyes. Sighing with some relief, she barked softly though the figure did not reply. Worried she tipped her head towards the side sniffing the air.

Both golden brown eyes widen with fright as she took a few steps back. This figure in front of her had the illness that was causing her once beautiful home to die all around her. If there was ever a time for the savoir to come, it would be now. Not only for the sake of the dying creature up ahead, but for herself. Frowning, she let out a long wince into the icy air and stood there waiting for the fog to clear so she could see this creature ahead, that is until the creature fainted or even collapsed to the ground. At once the sounds of moaning and screaming echoed in the clearing just ahead with made her run towards the right running from the horrible sounds. Sounds that were as common as birds singing in the early morning in the lands now adays.

Ever since that damned demon began to haunt the lands, nothing has been right. Not since the fall of the black wolves. If the black wolves still held as much power as they did over five hundred years ago, then maybe just maybe Torlia’Ai Lusse would still be bursting into life.

Once she felt safe, she began to slow down onto to reliazed she had no idea where on earth she was. Frowning, she tired to stay calm. Tired to being the key word, though when the bushes began to shake, she cried out in fright. Fright that was created when she took her first breath into her world that was just starting to fade. Leaping out of the bushes was the dying creature who quickly threw himself onto the female with eyes that were closed shut by puss and lord knows what else.

“Get off of me!” exclaimed the female as she wiggled under the male’s weight trying hard not to smell the gases coming off his body.

“Help me,” begged the male as he tired to nuzzle his muzzle into the fur he felt hoping it was the savoir. He could tell it was a female, but that was all his dying body could process. “You must help me.”

The female felt pity on the male and parted her jaws to speak, but the male simply coughed up blood into her wide open mouth. She felt the deceased flavored blood crawl down her throat before it came to a blood in her stomach which made it turn and twist telling it’s master it did not like the liquid. She was now infected with the disease. What could she do now? All her life, all five years of it she had been to carful where she stepped what she drank and even what air she took in. All this time and her downfall was trying to lead out a helping hand towards this pitiful male.

“What have you done,” she whispered feeling tears come to her eyes that were now starting to turn bloodshot as the illness started to take over her body. “Why have you condemn me to death?” Those words, those seven words floated into the air just as a wind past by them. The wind that would carry her fear all through out the land warning any other dwellers more were dying. Telling the land that this horrible nightmare was not something the mind made up as a curl joke, but a real event. An event that would only caused one death in some form or another.

[Kala]

For what seem like days the female was laying there on the forest floor with the weight of the now dead male laying on top of her. Her nose was curled up in disgust from the smell his body was releasing into the air well as her own. Both eyes were clouded over with fear well as puss that she did not allow to seal her eyes. She simply refused. Sighing heavily, she turn her head to the side looking down at one of her free legs watching the fur slowly turn into a colorless gray if that was even possible. All hope was now gone. The savoir was only a tell her mother spoke up to keep her hopes up. To keep her little daughter happy and full of life. Right then she was angry yet thankful she mother told her that fairy tale. If it wasn’t for that tale, who knew how long she would have lived for. Sighing, she shook her head before looking out into the forest with an emotionless expression.

Minutes went by, maybe hours until she same something lurk about in the shadows. Blinking wildly, she tired to lift her weak head to gaze upon the movement, but could not. Wincing, relaxed her body figuring the creature or what ever had moved for even five meters away was gone. Anyone in their right mind would have run and she did not blame them. Though before she could fall back into her hopelessness, a pixie flew in front of her that was followed by at least twenty others. Both ears perked forward trying to listen to their voices, but they were speaking a language she thought was dead in Torlia’Ai Lusse. Still she layed there wondering why the pixies had come out of their hiding. Just then the small clearing started to glow a dim blue color at first before it began to grow into a bright steelblue.

“Savoir?” she called out though quickly felt shameful that she sounded so much like a pup. For a heart beat or two, there was no answer which made her believe this light she was seeing were the mushrooms starting to glow telling her it was evening, but just then a deep motherly voice echoed in her eardrums.

“It is I,” spoke the voice that felt so much like cool spring water on a hot summer’s afternoon.

“OH savoir!” called out the female though froze when she felt the weight being lifted off her body. Blinking, she turn only to notice the twenty pixies lifting the dead male into the air with sorrowfilled expression on their faces. She two began to fell sadness as she figured it would be her next. Sighing heavily she looked up behide her only to fell rain, no tears fall onto her face.

“My dear child,” spoke the glowing blue eye female, “You should not assume that this illness will be your fate. Oh no. Your fate is sealed many years from now.”

The timber wolf could not believe her ears nor her eyes. She was starring up into the eyes of the great healer. The healer that was one of the last black wolves that still held the great power that once filled these lands with life. Those eyes, steel blue met the savior control water and not only water but life. She simply could not help but cry with joy. Cry with the tears falling upon her body, those healing tears that were shoving strength and life back into her weakened body.

“Oh thank you savior,” she uttered out into the brisk evening air.

“Do not call me by that name,” spoke the black wolf as she sat herself down onto the ground in a calm matter. “I am Malina’Ai, alpha of Torlia’Ai Lusse. Now stand. Wolf once more and follow the pixies, they will lead you to the safer parts of our beloved lands.”

The timber wolf simply nodded her head before she pushed herself up off the ground. Never before had she felt so much strength, but she figured she would have more time to wonder about that on a later date. Shaking out her pelt, she noticed that her beautiful winter gray pelt had return along with the patches of missing hair. Delight filled her eyes though when she looked over at Malina’Ai, she noticed the alpha had a serious expression painted clearing on her face. Bowing her head with respect, she turn and followed the pixies that were carrying the body of the dead male to what she assumed the safer lands.

[savv]

ooc; 'scuse my spelling-and-grammar Nazi behavior... xD But it's spelled "pus", not "puss". Pus is the gross, icky stuff that comes along with infection. Puss is short for "pussy cat". ;D

That she-wolf was not the only one who had been plagued by the damned infection.

A good distance away from where Malina'Ai had performed her miracle healing, a werewolf lay panting softly on the ground, flopped over on his side, his jaws parted in attempt to let in more air. His nose felt like it was being clogged; he had eventually found that it was easier if he just opened his mouth and panted, but even then, he was short on breath. His lungs felt like they might cave in at any second, and his eyes felt... sticky, with something. Some sort of liquid that was making his eyes burn, the fiery feeling growing more intense with each passing second.

His head was covered by some sort of skull. It was obviously not his own, as his dark gray fur disappeared beneath it instead of the other way around, and his glowing green eyes shone brightly in th darkness; however, their glow was beginning to vanish, leaving just a dull green color covering each eye. His normally healthy-looking, thick gray fur was now a sickly, empty shade of bleak gray, and the thick tufts of fur at the back of his neck were now falling off, blown away like tumbleweeds by the wind.

His gold-tipped ears flattened back, and he let out a low, keening whine- a call for help, be it his pack or kind stranger. He held on to his life, hoping, waiting.

[Kala]

ooc// Dude I was sitting there going....stupid english....stupid spelling as I was typing this xD bwhahahaha w00t go me. THE INFECTED CREATURES HAVE CATS COMING OUT OF THEIR EYES!

bic//Malina'Ai stood there in the small clearing until the glow of the pixies faded out of view leaving her alone in the forest. Sighing heaivly, the female slowly turn her head to gaze upon the trees around her only to see them as they were once before many years ago. It was hard to watch the forest become darker and darker when it used to be so full of life. Shaking her head rather roughly she pushed all the doubts and fear away from her mind. "I can not grow weak," she whispered into the brisk wind as her legs began to carry her across the dull green grass. "I must protect the creatures in this forest and I must protect the pack."

Soon Malina'Ai found herself smelling the illness from her almost hour long walk though she could not tell if the illness was coming from the trees surrounding her or from poor forsaken creature. Snorting, both jaws open allowing air to brush by her gums before crawling down her throat. Inhaling and exhaling a few more times, the pure black wolf began to sniff about just as the glow of her eyes increased to almost a blinding state. They acted like fog lights for her on the darkest of days which made it possible for her to save lifes or quickly end a life if their spirit was dim and bearly flickering.

Malina'Ai caught sight of something shimmering. Shimmering much like gold or silver, some kind of pricless metal. This caused her to tip her head with wonder before she slowy paced forward towards the shimmer with great care. Great care that dissappeared when she saw it belonged to a young male who was laying on the forest floor clearing infected with the horrible illness. Though her pace did not quicken nor did her scent become full of panic nor was it full of fright. She calmly walked towards the male before stopping short of five feet. "Let me help you," she said in a motherly matter as if this young male was her child that got a simple cut on his paw. It was not a question but more of a demand.

[savv]

ooc; IT'S A CONSPIRACY. xD DUKUMAI IS IN LEAGUE WITH THE FELINES!

bic; The werewolf opened his eyes as best as he could, and then had to squint in order to make out the vague shape of a wolf. He panted, and with a great effort, managed to turn his head enough to look over at Malina'Ai. "Moonlurk...?" he murmured, thinking at first that the female was one of his pack mates- then, taking notice of the bright searchlights that were the black wolf's eyes, realized that it could not have been another werewolf- the only ones he knew had green eyes.

At the offer of help, the male whined eagerly and tried to lift a paw, his golden claws spread, as though to reach for the shadowy figure. "--please," he wheezed, "help. N-need help. My eyes, I- I mean..." the werewolf was at a loss. He gave up on speaking; it was hurting his already sore throat too much. Instead, the large canine whined softly again and put his gold-tipped ears back beseechingly. His jaws parted, tongue lolling out of his mouth as the quiet sounds of his panting persisted.

[Kala]

"Shh," was Malina'Ai's only reply before she leant over the poor young werewolf just as the glow of her eyes faded so her true eye color could be seen. Exhaling softly, she leant over him letting the tears drip form her eyes into the male's mouth. "Just keep looking at me and keep holding onto a dear dream." Her voice became softer as she tired to comfort him trying to wing him away from the jaw's death. She could only do so much with her powers in bring someone back into the air of life. The tears could only do 80% of the work while the other 20% was made by the victums she found of the illness or some other mishap.

[savv]

The youth's unfocused gaze remained on the dark female, struggling to keep his bright green eyes open. When he felt a bit of wetness fall onto his tongue, he rubbed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and swallowed, wincing as his sore throat burned with the movement. He whimpered softly, and stretched his neck out so his dry nose touched the toes of Malina'Ai's forepaw. He opened his mouth in a vain attempt to speak, but all that came out was a dry, scratchy sound. He moved his tongue around and swallowed again to spread moisture around his mouth, then managed to choke out some words.

"Madre," he whispered hoarsely. "Madre...you c-came back." His voice had an accent to it- not heavy, just a faint tone that laced his words. The werewolf felt that it was a bit easier to speak, and he could breathe through his nose more easily. He didn't have to pant for air. He still felt rather sore, though, and decided not to try rolling over, much less attempt to stand, so he lie there on the ground before Malina'Ai. He saw her as a ghost- a black phantom standing over him with glowing blue eyes. But he also believed this wolf to be the spirit of his mother, or some sort of reincarnate. The werewolf went through his mental pictures, trying to remember what his mother had looked like, tried to recall her voice, but he was less than two weeks old at the time.

But the black wolf's voice was everything Demiyan had ever believed a mother's voice to sound like.