Ravensblood Forest before the devil knows you’re dead

This post is graphic and icky. I am sorry. ♥

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Oh!

The singed songbird lifted her weary head weakly, her silver eyes dulled to a lackluster ash as her tongue lolled from her jaws in a ragged pant. The color of her mucous membranes was alarming: a sickly grayish color that betrayed her dire condition. Someone was talking — Arturo was talking. Had she fallen asleep? Stirring faintly, the girl bit back a whimper as she turned her head and coughed. The saliva that flecked the snow was pink with blood and flecked with black soot. She was too ill to be embarrassed, even in front of the dark stranger who had offered her succor, and her abnormally pale lips collected sticky foam as she salivated profusely — she was so nauseous! — and gagged, dislodging from the column of her ravaged throat another pocket of fluid peppered with flecks of coal. Lotte was in a sorry state indeed, her sloughing paws leaving bloody smears in the snow as she fought in panic and distress to rise; staggering, she jerked away from her black-masked love and his loyal knight. Her once-plush sides heaved in earnest as her body tried to rid itself of its maladies, and a spattering of yellow bile arced from her lips. A moan she could not hold back trailed from her lips in a hoarse rattle, but she was a soturi and she did her utmost to follow the males to Teaghlaigh when the spasms of her gut cased. In the end, though, she only made it to the pack territory by leaning heavily on both Dakarai and Arturo — and then she fell into a fitful sleep wracked by agony.