Hoshor Plains [M] Try this amazing plant

It sucks that I've been sick like this before. Horrible feeling. Poor Zoratto. D:

 
Zoratto had been sick before, nearly every Dotharan wolf had, but he had never been this sick. In minutes his bowels became devoid of waste and his stomach was emptied. But still, his body clenched in need to expel in both exits. His stomach was a vice now, and the red-masked wolf gagged futilely, only spewing up bile. As the waves of sickness lessened, he became aware of Zhavvi's voice. She was insulting him. First she poisoned him, and now this? His loyalty to the Khal's daughter was shaky before, but now it was completely destroyed.
 
"Maegi." He hissed to her between gags. "Iosta Govak." Zoratto was aware of Zhavvi's escapades with her father's brother; he was her bodyguard after all, he smelled the male on her plenty of times. He had kept silent about it, but he had had enough with this woman and her blatant abuse of her followers. If she wanted loyalty and respect, then she would have to earn it, instead of poisoning him. With whatever strength he had left, the young boy slinked away as fast as he could to a healer, or somewhere safe where he could wait out this poisoning.