Rushing blood of all things

Adlartok leaned on her heavily, as time moved on he would grow larger than her. However, for now he was able to lean against her. Though he imagined he was smearing her white coat with crimson. He found he couldn't bring forth a care in the world. He couldn't he hadn't even wanted healing, he wanted to rip into Malachi. Just rip into him, but he knew he needed to heal in order to stay alive.

It was a painstakingly slow walk back to her den. Every effort caused pain to skitter up his back and into the neck wound that he held as well. He was very lucky he had lived this long. And hopefully he would heal more under the femme's care.

The cool water felt good on his head and though the paste stung. After the initial sting the paste of whatever it was felt good. And he sighed softly, that wound would need cleaned out and it would suck.

Adlartok was about to succumb to the darkness that wanted him, when Malachi's voice cut through the fog. He opened his eyes with a snarl and lunged sluggishly at Malachi. His growls increased and he stared at the male with malice in his eyes. He spoke his words sluggish and awkward. You.....you! You told me I was ssssaaffe 'ere an' lookit dis. Yir queen the fire furred one did this and you promised! Then before he could say anything else his eyes rolled back into his head and he crumpled to the ground. Blood and pus splashing to the ground, and his eyes moving feverishly behind their lids. Deaf, Dumb, and Mute to the world.