Dragoncrest Cliffs Death of a Rose

It had been days since the bear's attack. A few had died that day, and it seemed like one more would be taken away thanks to the ursine's curse. Deep lascerations in his neck spread like a disease in his veins, a sickness that even Erzulie's master medicine could not cure. He could feel it. The fever that kept rising in his body, the fatigue that kept him from patrolling as often as he use to. Every day he moved less and less, finding it more difficult to get up and even walk around... and today, would be his last. 

A heavy eye fluttered open one last time, looking out into the vast sea beyond the rocky ledge's reach. The sound of the wake rushing against the rocky stone wall flooding his ears sounded louder than usual as the fever continued to grow. One last breath, one last view, his sight grew dark as the knight passed away peacefully this morning. Snow lightly dancing out above in a twinkling sight, the last he would see until finally - he was no more.