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[Nikita Eirisa]

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I think this is the first all welcome thread in this forum? Heh.


Her eyes drifted lightly open, though she wished nothing more than to go back to sleep. She didn’t feel like shit when she was asleep. When awake, however, she felt like she was coming down with the mother of all colds. Except that it didn’t seem to follow the guidelines of the usual cold. She found herself keeping a waterskin with her at all times and, though she drank and drank and refilled the water repetitively, she was still thirsty. If that wasn’t odd enough, she didn’t feel hungry. Just thirsty. So thirsty. She frowned, snatching the bottle and taking a deep swig of the now-warm fluid. It’d been sitting out in the sun while she had napped.


Nikita was trying to relax with her back against a tree trunk near the clearing where the gypsies kept their camp. And she was mostly trying to keep to herself, though someone often floated in and out throughout the day. The good thing about keeping mostly to herself sometimes (though it was outweighed with the bad) was that no one questioned it. No one accused her of being sick, though she was sure she was. And something was nagging her — she was certain this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill cold. Or flu. Or whatever.


She took another drink, though it caught in her throat. She immediately burst into coughing, which lasted for a full minute before drifting off. Towards the end, the coyote had to sniff loudly. Her nose had started to run a little bit. A look of slight disgust on her face, she simply coughed once more before settling against the tree. Her bleary eyes were focused on nothing as the sun traced into the afternoon stretch over the camp.

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[Zephyr Le Bach]

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He was sure that his family's love of medicine was what had driven him away from it. The idea of conforming, of giving away his choice of a career, had seemed sick and wrong to him. His father had learned to shift, somehow, and the business had skyrocketed...but Zephyr had never felt the urge to catch the Luperci virus. He felt that he was just fine the way he was, perfect the way he was. Why change the way he'd been made? He got along just fine.

Stormcloud male sighed as he exited his den, a hole dug into the ground inside the hollow of a large, rotting tree. The branches still held some leaves, which blocked most of the rain, and because the wood was so soft it had been easily scraped out and pushed aside by his willing paws. He had been thinking about doing some more work on it, maybe going to Halifax to get some supplies to make the den stronger, with more support, but had not gotten around to it just yet. He was still getting used to Esper Hollow, and was not sure about leaving it so soon to travel so far. He would have to start early in the morning.

So instead he set to digging, shouting out a lively tune as his paws worked the hole a little bit deeper.

"O! our sodger lads looked braw, looked braw,

Wi' their tartan kilts an' a', an' a',

Wi' their bonnets an' feathers an' glitt'rin' gear,

An' pibrochs sounding loud and clear.

Will they a' return to their ain dear glen?

Will they a' return oor Heilan' men?

Second sichted Sandy looked fu' wae.

An' mithers grat when they march'd away. "

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[Nikita Eirisa]

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She sighed, the sound sounding ragged in her ears as it escaped through her parched throat. She hadn’t ever felt like this, and she had though she had caught most common viruses and illnesses — especially in her first stay in the city. She frowned at the memory, shooing it off before trying to focus on something else. Her limbs felt laden, and she didn’t really feel like moving. She felt like moving was bad for her, in some alternate dimension… though her mind really urged her that staying still so long might seal her fate for something worse than this. Gritting her teeth bitterly, she maneuvered her arms to where she could lever herself up from her slouch. When she was trying to haul herself to her feet, she managed to hear a singing voice over the sound of her muffled curses. Curious from something that wasn’t just sitting around, attracting flies, she moved towards the sound.


And she probably should have recognized the voice, but it registered soon enough for her. The wolf that had joined them pretty haphazardly — what was his name? It started with a weird letter, like z. Z… Zephyr. That was it. Approaching and sniffing to alert her presence, she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her ragged jeans, trying to look nonchalant. Nonchalant around all the weariness, that was. She forced herself to stand up tall, to make sure that her illness didn’t seep through her expression. When she was confident that she wasn’t looking like a leper, she went on, “You like singin’?” She blinked slowly; every movement of hers seemed sluggish today. Which was odd. She was normally quite quick and erratic in her movements, like a bird. His singing wasn’t half-bad, either; much better than Nikita’s voice. There was a definite reason why she played an instrument, when it came to her own voice.

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[Vexx]

Vexx groaned in a disgruntled way. He HATED being woken up in the middle of the day. The reason was he sleeps during the day and when something wakes him up, he of course has to check it out. The thing is he can't go out in the sunlight and so then can't leave his den."Aww..Come on! Why now? Of all times..." Vexx, of course, is a master at complaining. A lot. He got up to pace around in his half shaded-half underground den to tire himself to sleep. his steps were heavy and thudded hard against the ground. He felt so tired, and just wanted to rip the throat out of whatever woke him.