Sometimes Things Are Too Broken

Zera'im · 12-15-2011, 06:12 PM

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This is located at Sea Dog Isle, so I think Gemma can make it over there for whatever reason.

She had been travelling for a few days now, slowly and on her own, leaving her equine companion back in the safety of Anathema. She didn’t know why pushed herself so, especially now in cold of winter. It had been a spiritual journey of sorts; she had been fasting and in constant prayer, she had even made a sacrifice to the Great Spirit. Her body grew more and more weary, and she knew that soon it would be time to return to Anathema to look after the new born Lillith so that her mother could tend to her own duties. But this time away from the new family had been a good one, one that had renewed Zera’im faith. She had been quite guilty for the death of the other pup, feeling it was her mistake as a mid-wife. But now after the days of travel and inward meditation the collie woman felt much better spiritually then she had for some time.

Sadly though this was not the case when it came to her physical health, and the old gal had been stricken by a rasping cough. It shook her frail body with spasm, and no matter what remedy she supplied herself it did not get any better. Tired from this days travel, Zera’im settled at the base of a loan tree near the ocean. She was on an isle of some kind, and though it was cold here it was not frigid. It had taken her longer to set up her wigwam style tent; between her arthritis and constant coughing it had become much more of a chore. But she had managed to do it before the sun had even begun to set and now was sitting near the opening, warming herself by a small fire. She was cooking cannabis tea for her cough and aches, and she slowly turned the brew in a small pot with a wooden spoon. The fragrance was lovely.

Zera’im looked out across the mostly void landscape; she knew she was near other packs, most likely Crimson Dreams and Aniwaya. Panda had shown her a crude map of Nova Scotia and had pointed out the locations of the other packs to her. When Zera’im had first arrived here it was so she could disciple to these packs, but now it seemed as if her strength was failing her and she had resided herself to being only Panda’s mid-wife turned nanny. Zera’im lifted a white hand to her muzzle as another bout of coughs wracked her body. It made her head swim and when she brought her hand away from her mouth small spots of crimson her upon it. Her eyes widened; perhaps she was worse than she thought.

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