Sleepy Fox Hollow [BWP P5 Prey Opportunity] kujira

Large game event with a twist! This boar is sick with a made-up upper respiratory infection that can be fatal -- those that consume it must roll 1d5 -- with 5 meaning your character gets severely sick for three weeks! Death is optional. Whoever replies can PP the boar dying in their post.  

The last quake to snarl through the wilds was four hours before -- its magnitude a quiet whimper compared to the earth-shattering rumbles before. All was quiet in the wilds -- eerily so -- with birds long having gone to safer havens, and most of the terrestrial living consumed by the very earth that supported them.

One such living remained; a rarity in the weeks that followed the first quake to hit the wild -- a boar. It stumbled as if drunk through the rubble that remained of its forest, its presence precipitated by a hacking wheeze that warned all of the malady that seized it. Dark and immense, the boar blundered through deadfall and pines heedless of the many wounds that littered its hide, some self-inflicted and some made by the collapse around it. Soon, this boar would fall -- and its death would be a boon for those starving in the forest.. but its meat was tainted, and any that partook in its consumption would likely find themselves suffering from the same illness.

bleakness had crept into the hollow. their scout was still traveling the hinterlands, or so mahler hoped. hunger ravaged them all; he fervently hoped that annaliese would return to them with news of prey beyond the mountains.
the crisp wind shifted, and the gargoyle brought himself to a sudden stop in the trailing of his patrol. 
meat.
with a sharp bark to alert the diasporans close, their general set off at a ground-eating trot that paced him close to the snuffling creature that staggered across the ruined earth.
the ravaged hide, the streaming nostrils, the stench of rot that clung to the animal — he did not consider the boar safe. but too long had starvation thrust its blunt teeth upon diaspora, and so mahler lunged with parted jaws and gripped fiercely the straining throat.

Rolled a 5, derp.

On her arrival, Mahler's fangs had already found purchase on the boar's throat. It writhed, crying out uselessly, struggling in a vice grip. Nyx' vivid eyes, glistening with delight at the sight of a fresh meal, swept over her leader's catch to pinpoint the creature's haunches before moving into position to grasp the flesh there.

Blood pooled on her tongue, warm and metallic, and the tawny Ostrega held firm to prevent the pig from goring Mahler with a tusk. Her jaws slackened when the shrieking stopped and she stepped back to allow her leader the opportunity to feast first, as was the way if their kind.

nyx' rawboned form swept close; he found delight in her swift kill, and hunger raged in his breast. "nyx," the general rumbled, lowering broad muzzle to nudge the cooling ear of the boar, "it is unfit." lips trembled; he refused to let the woman see his frustration, his rage.
the swine's blood burned the back of his throat, but there was no fear in mahler, only a despair beginning to spread its death's-head grin along the edge of his awareness. "ve should ... bury it."

The swine was released, slumping lifelessly to the earth, but Mahler did not consume its flesh as she anticipated. Brow furrowed, the tawny Ostrega frowned thoughtfully at him as he looked upon her, shared that they should bury this kill to prevent anyone feeding from its tainted body.

She did not speak, only trembled with the need to sate her aching hunger before sweeping forth to begin what was sure to be a glorious feast. Nyx had waited long enough for her leader to have his fill and if he refused, she saw no reason as to why she should continue to linger.

too sluggish his legs, his movements; mahler watched with naked hunger as nyx settled to the meal. he was in control of his own faculties, the gargoyle told himself, even as instinct dictated he stride forward, settle himself beside her, tear aside the heavy hide. 
blood and flesh and fat and gristle; yes yes it had been far too long, and mahler strained the boundaries of his shrunken belly with such a rich meal.