08-22-2010, 10:20 PM
((She's extremely emaciated and exhausted. She is also sick. It's up to you to diagnose which particular contagion she has caught... But I just thought of something! o.o Is it possible to use the Luperci virus as a means to treat a possibly fatal sickness?))
She mourned over the empty space at her side. It was hard enough to watch the wolf get up--the kind companion who had seen her through the last few hours of what remained of her wretched life--leaving as if without a second's thought, but to feel the absence of warmth was a different torture of its own. The gentlest of breezes, and the tiniest stir of breath, was enough to send shivers through her body. She curled up in a tight ball, pressing her forelegs against her inner thighs and resting her head on the tangle of bent knees and knotted fur. With another sigh, remarkably more shaky than the last, she closed her eyes and tried to catch up to the dreams that seemed determined to evade her.