Got The Sniffles Blues [Desi]

[Oni]

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[bg=d5b088] Oni’s coat was oblivious to the sun pushing through the clouds and the sharp wind that was beginning to pick up. She felt like she was still as wet as she had been when she was in the water in the Inn, and no matter how many times she stopped to shake (like a dog, she thought, mortified) she just couldn’t get dry. It also didn’t help that it had been misting for the past few hours. Wait… Had it been that long, really? Oni blinked groggily and tilted her head back to look up at the sun. It looked to be about noon, or right around there. When had she left this morning, again? She couldn’t remember. It seemed that with every step her brain became more muddled and her thoughts more random and bizarre; for a whole minute she’d stared at a tree, convinced that there was a cloud in the sky that looked exactly like it before realizing she was comparing it to a white birch that hadn’t grown its leaves yet. She was just nearing the perimeter of the Bellator land when the first stab of pain went through her. It was one of the worst pains she’d ever felt, like someone was squeezing her insides. She groaned out loud and kicked up at her stomach with a hind leg. Her hoof scuffed along the bottom of her barrel and left a bruise, but did nothing for what was going on inside of her. Oni staggered another few steps, her eyes set on the trees that made up the border of her meadow, but another, stronger, piercing pain jolted her. Inhaling sharply, she closed her eyes. What was going on? Why was her stomach… attacking her? Maybe if she could just lay down… Maybe she would feel better… Oni lowered herself to the ground and laid there, and when that didn’t do a thing she rolled onto her side. But there was just pain, pain, pain, she couldn’t escape it! Her head was beginning to spin, and she realized that she’d been lightheaded for some time. Oni kicked over, onto her back, and rolled a few times. It was during the middle of one roll that she realized what was happening to her. She was colicking. Panic held her immobile for a moment, but then she remembered herself and shifted, and then promptly rolled over and vomited. Her human form was looking much worse than her horse one; she was just as wet, and her clothes were plastered to her body. Her hair was stringy and dirty and knotted from her time in the filthy water of the Breathelight Inn. The wiry woman used a nearby rock to help herself to her feet and steady herself, doing her best to orientate herself again. There were the Meadowlands! Oni took one step towards home, towards sanctuary, then froze. She was a high-ranking Bellator. She knew what Tempest did with the old, weak, and sick… She turned around and started off the other way, walking as fast as she dared. She was not anxious to return to the herd anymore; no, she would wait until whatever sickness had overtaken her had left. It wasn’t helping the herd, but Oni was not ready to die for the herd. Not over this. She wasn’t sure how long she ended up walking; she had a fever that skewed her perspective on time and distance, and every few minutes she had to stop and throw up. She didn’t know where she was, either, when she sunk down into the grass and couldn’t find the strength to get back up again. Oni was a pitiful sight, she knew, but she couldn’t help that now. After she took a little nap, maybe she could fix that… Fix what? Oni was having trouble following her own thoughts for more than a few sentences, and so she gave it up altogether. Her eyes drifted closed and she curled her legs up towards her stomach. She wouldn’t sleep long; just a wink. She’d be up and figuring out what to do next in a few minutes, she just had to rest her eyes… --- words; 696 [lolololol *so immature*] ooc; ohmy. So bad XD Anyway, this takes place after the [unfinished o.o] thread at Breathelight Inn ^-^ reserved!

[Desidero DeSoto]

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[bg=2b143a] Hefty paws padded along the asphalt, enjoying the rough and familiar feel of it against his calloused paw pads. It reminded him of the old days back in the Bronx. He stopped every now and again to sniff at this or that. Although he felt so at ease in his human skin, this was where he belonged. With four paws, a tail, with drool dripping from his jaws. Just how he liked it. There was nothing like being a dog – except maybe having opposable thumbs. Now that would be handy. But kinda freaky. So he’d just stick to roaming freely in his short, muscley little shift and be content with snuffling at bushes and peeing on lamp-posts like back in the old days. It brought back memories of Seraphim having to walk him when he was still in, embarrassingly enough, potty training. He still laughed at that fact, trying to remember what it was like when he’d never known his human form. When the world was so small, so isolated. All he knew was his mom and her warmth, and his brothers and sisters wriggling next to him. He remembered the snarling and the yelps when his father would come back bloodied from the fights – remembered when his mom would whine and whimper when one of his brothers or sisters was taken away. He pushed the memories aside and focused on a peculiar scent that drifted his way - it smelled damp. Damp and dirty. And...horseish? He'd seen a couple horses in New York, those touristy type horse 'n carriage bullshit when he'd visited the fancy parts of town. Interesting how you could walk just a couple of blocks and everything would go to hell. Pretty much like this place - anywhere past the Fallen and death was at your heels. He followed the scent, all the different faint colors melding away as he focused on this singular one. It was interesting, because he'd always been fascinated by horses. A little freaked out by them to be honest, what with how freakin' huge they were and how small he was in comparison as a dog. Always wondered what it'd be like to see the ground from that high up. But what he came across was disappointing. “She ain't no horse,” he said, his tail dipping in disappointment. Creamy brown hide bunched up as he sat down next to the crumpled woman, sniffing at her for a few seconds before shifting back to his human form. He grabbed a stick he found nearby and came back to get a closer look, sitting on his knees and kneeling over her. He poked her shoulder with the twig, and when she didn't respond he prodded gently at her pale cheek with it. He couldn't see much of her face because it was covered by her long, soaked hair but he continued to poke at it. “You okay, lady?” Man, she didn't look too good.

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ooc; Oh, Desi. Always such a gentleman XD also, SUCK POST but...isapost?

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[Oni]

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[atrb=background,http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/sketchedesigns/onimid.png] Something scratched against her cheek, hard enough to send her blinking out of the light nap she’d just started. She rolled onto her back and looked up at the man standing over her, her eyes shifting in and out of focus at their leisure. His shape appeared to be wavering, but it was just a combination of the sun and her headache. “No ‘mmnot,” She spoke the words in a mush and pulled the strands of stringy hair away from her face. So sick was she that she wasn’t even angry that the man had woken her or frightened that he might take advantage of her less than desirable position. She was, oddly, at peace with her emotions; she could only feel indifferent towards the man, towards the now strengthening sun and waning clouds, towards the Menagerie as a whole. Her sickness had reverted her back to the primitive being she once thought of herself as, the animalistic creature who knew not of love or sadness or anger and only of the here and now. If only she could feel those emotions now, she could appreciate her temporary simplicity. The pain was all she could feel. Oni lifted a trembling arm and grabbed at his pants leg, for a moment experiencing that glorious human emotion that was irritation. The sleeve of her sweatshirt slipped down her arm to her elbow, revealing her pale, thin arm and bony wrist; she’d grown too small for it since she’d entered the Menagerie, or perhaps it had simply grown too large for her. “’F you’re gonna stand ‘ere, lennahand,” She lifted her other hand up, and it hovered expectantly in the air, waiting for the dog-shifter to take it. It only waited for a few seconds; she took action herself and grabbed his nearest hand, then began to pull herself up. She somehow made it to her feet, and though she was taking the credit for that accomplishment all herself, it was possible that the man had helped her, too. Oni leaned heavily against him. The hand that had been clinging to his pants was now attached to his shirt. “Needa goway,” She raised her free arm and made a pointer with her fingers. The woman squinted and looked around, but she couldn’t find where she wanted to point. Not that it was a surprise; she could barely find her own feet. She didn’t know which way was north or south or east or west or up or down. She dropped her arm back to her side, but she wasn’t to be defeated. “’Way from Meadows,” As she said it, a little bit of memory and purpose came back to her. Yes! She was doing well; she was right. She needed to put as much distance between her and the Meadowlands as possible. For what reason, though, she didn’t recall. Oni turned her head to look at the other, waiting for him to whisk them both off. When she shed her fever and regained her senses, she was going to shoot herself. [ooc: AWESOME TABLE BY MOURGE <333 THANKS BUNCHES 8DD And, sorry for the wait >.> also, sorry if it’s a bit… hard to follow XD she’s sick D8 and I think I’m coming down with something, too e.e; I guess I was also unintentionally trying out some writing devices, iguess, that I learned in English XD also, she’s gonna be furious at herself because of how stupid she’s acting and how potentially dangerous her position could be, if he wanted to harm her at all XD ALSO ABOUT ALL POWERPLAY, as always, if it's not okay I'll change it <3]

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[Desidero DeSoto]

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[bg=2b143a] Damn diddly damn. She sure sounded sick. And when her sleeve fell back, he could see she looked pretty thin. Too thin, actually. It made Desi cringe, just thinking about how easy you could snap a bone that thin. She turned her face to look up at him, and his breath caught in his throat. She was real pretty, even looking so sick. Beautiful, even. He was tempted to brush the dampened lock of hair from her forehead, but thought better of it when she started to talk. He didn't have a hard time understanding her, really, she talked like she was hammered out of her mind and he'd had plenty of experience talking to people who were shitfaced and all types of drunk. Sick apparently didn't sound much different, but then how could it? The girl reached out to him then and he went to grab her hand as she latched on to his, her grip wanting so desperately to be strong. It was, at first, but he could feel her strength fading as she fought to stand up. He rose with her, one hand wrapped around her hand, the other grabbing underneath her arm and lifting. She fell against him but he caught her easily, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her stable. She swayed a little, almost like they were dancing. “I usually ask a lady's name before we dance this close, heh,” he said with a nervous laugh. He wasn't used to dealing with dames that looked like they'd caught death. He listened to her rambles, unsure of what she meant. But his sharp sense of smell told her she was from the Retro lands. Which meant she was far off from where she needed to be - but it seemed she didn't want to be there, after all. Strange. Real strange. He figured she was some sort of outcast, and he wasn't real sure how the Retros worked anyhow. But the girl was fading fast, and she needed help. Desi supposed he would be the one. “Hold tight. I'll get ya somewheres safe." He said, and with that lifted her off her feet and carried her towards Studio Ess bride-style. It was the safest place around and he knew that it was always open to Rogues. Even if he wasn't one, the girl there wouldn't turn down someone in need. He got inside and weaved his way through the filled cots, ignoring the stares and a few snarls he got. He found the girl who ran the place, and asked her for a bowl of water and a cloth, who just gave him a scared look, a high-pitched squeak and dashed off. Desi didn't have time to think about that and continued on. The first few floors were full, so he kept toiling up the stairs. It was hard work, but the girl couldn't have weighed more than 90 pounds, that's how thin she was. It disturbed Desi and he moved faster, knowing that time might be of the essence. He got to a floor that was essential empty laid her down on a cot that looked pretty clean, at which point the girl who he assumed was S ran up with a bowl of water and a clean cloth. "My special stock," she said with pride, but the minute she looked at Oni she squeaked and ran off, sputtering something about germs. Desi shook his head and turned back to the girl on the cot, his brows furrowed in concern. He dipped the cloth into the bowl and wrung it out before dabbing it on her forehead to keep her nice and cool. Judging by the fever she had, it would be a helluva long night. The girl moaned in her feverish sleep, and Desi couldn't help but feel his heart twinge. Sickness like this didn't usually end well in The M. “Don't you worry. I'll get you through this," he muttered softly, brushing the hair from her face as he continued to dab her forehead with the cool cloth.

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ooc; sorry for the wait x:

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