Wolf RPG

The Alpha female of Ouroboros Spine had been in a lot of bad situations in her life, but she had never felt so disoriented as she did these days.

Hallucinations played out in front of her eyes, at times blurring the line between reality and fiction. She couldn't tell the different sometimes between what was right in front of her and what wasn't. Today, she was being followed by a hoard of wasps, but they were only in her head. Their buzzing was so loud, and the touch of their feet on her snout so real, that she would have sworn to anyone it was really happening.

These hallucinations made her twitchy and irritable. Her head was almost birdlike as it whipped around, her eyes staring unblinkingly at the shadows of the great forest her pack had claimed. Jinx struggled to remember them. Their faces seemed wiped from her memory, though really, they were lost to delirium.

Saliva pattered against the ground as she walked. She was drooling so much lately, and she had no explanation for it. Her tongue felt swollen, and when she swallowed everything felt thick and cottony. Her tail hung limply, having somehow lost all feeling recently. Something was terribly, terribly wrong with her, but she lacked the mental capacity presently to identify it and seek help. She didn't know she needed it, nor did she know nobody could have given it, not even Lecter.

A hallucinogenic wasp flew in her nose, and she ignored it.

She had been wandering the territory looking for lunch when she saw the alpha, with saliva still dripping at an alarming rate and her movements delirious. The toxicologist stopped in her tracks, with an instinctual urge to run. Her mind screamed at her to back off.

But Jinx was still her alpha, and when you run across the alpha, you don't lurk in the shadows. The Nightshade stepped forward and greeted the alpha with a friendly wave of her tail.

The concerned look in her eyes didn't go away, however. With asoft, cracked voice, Tyrande spoke.

"Jinx...?"

Man, I really liked Jinx's character. I'm going to be sad to see her go. :(

Her experience with the moon-mad wolf had been surprisingly pleasant. She had doubts about the boy, he was young and perverse, not himself. But he surprised her and left her wonderfully sated. The black-furred priestess stretched, feeling the wonderful ache in her loins. She needed to get back to her den and eat a poultice of Blue Vervain and Hoary Vervain soon as well as washing the scent of this male off of her. She did not need a scandal at this point.

She was halfway down the slope of the valley when she saw a large white female walking through the woods, her head shaking madly, mouth drenched and dripping saliva. Meldresi stopped in her tracks. She knew it. Jinx was inflicted with one of the diseases of Sheogorath, the god of madness and insanity. The priestess did not know the true name, but she did know that it was extremely infectious. If Jinx got even her spittle on her fur, then she might as well kiss her sanity goodbye.

Vectra padded through the woods, she was looking for Meldresi, perhaps for some conversation or company. But when she found her she also found her alpha, and not in a good way, Her leader was stir crazed and looking a little savage. Vectra eyed her leader carefully her instincts telling her that her leader was dangerous. Vectra stepped up beside Meldresi "s-something's wrong with jinx" Vectra stuttered at the beginning but quickly caught herself. She had to be strong, there was no showing your fear in situations, even ones like these.

Vectra looked at her alpha as she shook around madly. Her instinct not allowing her to go any closer and get Ty away from the white queen. She could only stand in worry. Watching as the woman she would fight for, struck utter fear in her heart, and yet she knew not why.

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Lecter had returned to his poppies.

Since the conflict with the Wheeling Gull wolves, Jinx had retreated into a confusion that quickly birthed itself into open madness, coupled with excessive drooling and a sort of amnesia even his constant reminders could not stem. He followed her helplessly, at a distance; he had seen the effects of the disease that consumed his mate, and knew it would only end in death.

Long nights had he spent in fevered racking of his herbal supplies, until what little he had found he had ground into the earth and spit upon in a fit of rage. These small leaves, their withered blooms; they would not help Jinx. They would not save the one for whom his heart beat.

Lecter had called to her, had murmured words only for ears he feared were quickly becoming deaf to him, to all of Silvertip. He had raised his voice to Sos, to Lynx; the madman had pleaded and demanded that They save the slyph, restore her to her former self. But they did not listen.

He had taken it upon himself, then, to ingest the poppy, but with it he mixed a small amount of a black spore discovered beneath the light of a full moon. This, he had discovered, once the sickness and fainting had passed, slowed the rhythm of his heart, almost dangerously so. But coupled with the poppyseed, it was a gentle haze into which he settled. Eventually, the carefully separated portions of the mushroom would kill him, but for now his breath belonged to Jinx.

He would not exist without her, for his life was entwined inexorably with her own, and if she fell, his life would be forfeit. Therefore, Lecter would perform upon himself the last rites, and direct himself in service of whatever ailing need she required, until she breathed her last and he was free to do the same.

Grieving, he trailed after her at a distance, hackles prickling when he saw her approached by three females of the pack. Lengthening his stride, Lecter emerged among them, icewater eyes sweeping from one to the other. He stepped into Jinx's shadow, somehow seeking to shield his beloved from their pitying, fearful gazes, though he was forced to remain tense in the event his Jinx turned with baleful eye and tooth upon him.

So much was happening at once. The Alpha female could feel the fabric of reality tearing, but was altogether unable to stop it from happening. It was a terrifying situation she was in, and all attempts to understand her predicament ended in confusion. The wasps buzzed around her, landing on her ears and her nose and her eyelids with no care for the effect they had on her. Jinx blinked, flicked an ear, and continued shambling through her forest.

The first to approach was Tyrande, although Jinx couldn't remember that that was her name. She saw only a dark canid slowly slinking toward her, and she felt the other's presence like knives pricking at her memory. They were unable to pierce to the point of recognition, but Jinx thoght she knew Tyrande somehow.

Yet her memory and reality lapsed at that point, and Tyrande grew to monstrous proportions, towering over even the tallest trees of the ancient forest. During this time, others approached her, including her pale shaman, but she didn't notice them. “Beelzebub,” she croaked loudly, seeking to be heard over the static in her own brain. She cracked a wide grin, showing teeth slick with excess saliva that dripped from her lips.

Yeah, I'm gonna miss Jinx too.
On antother note! Is it possible for Tyrande to be bitten, but she turns out to be immune to the disease? I don't want to kill her off, but that plot twist though >.> So if that's a possibility, I'm down. But if it's not, let's not do that, thanks! >.<

Tyrande swallowed, and looked around at the others that had gathered. She made a small cough and motioned for Vectra and Meldresi to stay back, though she wouldn't stop them if they did. She turned her head to Lecter, with a look of sympathy on her face, and she wavered, as if wanting to walk over their and embrace the one she had learned to call an enemy.

She focused back on Jinx, and grew even more wary as the alpha gave her a spit-covered smile. She gave a nervous laugh, deciding to break the awkward and nervous air with a bit of small talk with a crazed wolf. She thought wild thoughts, if only to calm her nerves, including one rather guilty thought: I think I know why Lecter and Jinx got along now...

"Er, yes. Beelzebub... Er, Jinx, are you, uh, I mean... How are you this fine day?" She returned a small smile, though her muscles twitched.

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Tyrande Nightshade

Meldresi

Vectra

Lecter

Jinx

Tyrande Nightshade

Meldresi

Vectra

Lecter

Vectra

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Tyrande Nightshade

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