the venomous side of the snake

Ever Mayawyn · 07-07-2011, 09:15 PM

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PreDated to July 11.
I left this open so you could put Ezra wherever :3
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She felt horrible. There was a throbbing ache washing over her entire body like a wave of pain. Her form felt swollen and vulnerable to every movement she made. Each breath sent a sharp pain into her abdomen. It was impossible to sleep despite her devastating exhaustion. Even laying in bed felt like gravity was pressing against her body and forcing her down into the sheets, too strong to even allow her to lift her arms without collapsing effort.

It had only been two weeks since her and Ezra had left on the equine-based adventure in the mountains. Upon returning from the two day expedition, she had felt sore and a biting anxiety. The ride didn’t normally leave her as raw, but there was no other explanation for her tenderness. As the days went by, her illness got worse. It came and went in varieties of surges, overall just staying like a disease under her fur. She didn’t know what to do, so she went along keeping it to herself.

So far Ever had managed to hide her pain. She had begun leaving earlier in the mornings to avoid confrontation from her mate or the stable Marshall. Her loyalties to the pack were more important that her own health, so the silver girl continued to tend to her part of the stables. This included Petra, Ezra’s new lyclaimed buckskin. She got along with Saphraine, which was an instant relief. Her coat shined like his in the same golden way and Ever strained to keep them both flawless. However, her mask was failing.

Ezra began to notice her loss of appetite and struggle to stay upright most days. Ever also began to withdraw herself from everyone’s lives. The need to converse made her feel even sicker. She was too weak to feel worried about herself. Even Ezra had been feeling a searing pain in his head when they returned. That had made her nervous. But this was a pain that she couldn’t even attack. It came every day, some worse than others, but always the same soreness. The Baroness couldn’t shake it.

That morning she had left again, stumbling in the near darkness on the worn path to the stables. She groomed slowly but thoroughly, slowing even more on Saphraine and Petra. The rest of her time was spent in their stalls or polishing off the tack Alder had skipped for her. Ever left for home as soon as the sun was above the sea, setting her stallion out into the fields to escape himself when he wanted. As soon as she got the crooked, curving steps, the silver hybrid couldn’t help but collapse upon them. She laid her head on the boards of the front door, feeling it creep open with her weight.

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