Higher Ground

Lyris Stryder · 10-02-2012, 11:17 PM

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Something was coming.

It was not what one might have thought. The dense elephant-gray clouds that crowded the horizon were a most obvious, looming threat to those that could point their muzzle that way and fit the pieces together. No, that much was clearly processed.

It was this horrible headache.
It pulsed behind evergreen eyes relentlessly, even to the point of nausea. Graceful movements were burdened by jerky steps and unstable strides. It was almost blinding. Black dots with strange auras clouded her usually-sharp vision, liquefying the treetops into sickening shapes.

And all the hustle and ruckus wasn't helping either. The storm was just an annoyance, something that was only agitating the ruffled canine further. She wished it would simply dissolve into a lovely shower so that she could lay right there in that fleshy grass and take a nap. She wished for nothing more. Her head felt like it was going to explode, and her paws kept picking up a strange itchiness that she couldn't seem to shoo away no mater how much she nipped at them. What was wrong with her? Quiet and sly Lyris Stryder clumsy and crabby? Goodness no, this was not a good situation. Not at all.

Yet the soggy rabbit she held never slipped from her aching jaws, nor her heavy eyelids fall over dark irises. She continued to run, despite her extreme pain. The headache would fade, right? It had too. Lyris needed to help prepare.

So at the Alphesse's desperate call, Lyris only pushed further. At last she pulled up to the storage caving. Just a brief rest. That is all. She had to stop and pull herself together for a moment before she participated, in fear of faint. So the scarred female dropped her meager rabbit and sat, finally closing her eyes in relief and dipping her head.

It was odd, Lyris was not the one for headaches. She rarely got them, and when she did, it was in a time of illness- of which was also scarce in her pass. She had always had a strong immune- the pesky viruses had never penetrated her tough self. But something seemed to have gotten to her. No matter. The throbbing had faded to a dull tapping- it was all the recovery she could allow. Raising to petite paws, the powder-white she tipped her muzzle to the fields and galloped off to assist in herding the animals. She felt like it was the easiest task for her at the moment, and she didn't even give Valtiere a second glance- she was focusing on trying not to fall face-first in the muddy ground. Please, just leave me! Like begging a headache would persuade it. Well, it was worth a try, no?

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