Bright lights flash against the outer world. The scent of smoke, herbs, and fruit invade her senses. Ry's body shakes erratically.
The world around her spins, turns, and shifts onto it's very axis. Her body jolts forwards harshly, a shrill biting scream pierces the air.
Hands dart to her skin, her eyes widen as her scream grows in intensity. Her body shakes hard as tears prick at the edge of her vision. Her body heaves onto the gaspy whimpered attempt to bring in air.
The hands suddenly disappear, her eyes close as she feels the prickling feeling of the flames die off some.
"Her body is riddled with the onset of that posion. You cannot handle her like some madman, Ohanzee."
Rylee's vision is blurry and nearly useless as only darkened figures seemingly dance before her.
Her body jolts and shakes as her breath strains further. Her eyes close as the dulled shrill biting pain skips across her skin.
Her fingers digging into the flesh around her abdomen. The scent of blood seeps through the air as her body shakes upon itself. Her teeth chatter with the gripping, relentless flame licking its way outwards from her center and across her skin.
"I need sage, mandrake, and the activated charcoal.... Please hurry, Hania."
Orenda's eyes dart towards her grandson.
The heart wringing screams resonating the woods with the sheer unworldly setting within the encampment. Ohanzee is frozen to his place, his hand shakes as it's tightening to an almost death grip.
The tall, bulky male looks out of place before the old dame and the shorter, tanned female rummaging through the herbs and vials.
The dark, raven hair of the tanned female is braided nicely over her shoulders. She moves towards her mother. Her hands shake only for a second as she places the supplies within Orenda's reach.
Hania stands with her mother, watching and waiting to help. Her focus moves over to the female, her eyes waver slightly but soften swiftly. She feels a hand slightly slip over her own.
She gives a slight nod to Ohanzee as he slips back to his place. He watches both generation of healers, his grandmother and his mother as they move around the female wolf.
Orenda's hands lift gently and with haste as they feather over the supplies covering the table. She reaches for a dish as she mixes a concoction of mandrake, echinacea, and other herbal ingredients. Hoping to help in calming the shifter before them.
Orenda's eyes dart upwards as the sudden shrill sound of a scream erupts through the air. Her eyes dart to Rylee, she feels the prickling feeling of dread filling her lungs alone. The darkened eyes staring back make Orenda waver slightly. Her breath comes back slow as she moves to where Ry is.
Hands dart outwards, she shakes slightly as the female's hand clings to her beaded neckline. The material is tugged a bit, a slight snap fills her ears as the beads start dropping and flying.
Orenda's hand gently raises slowly and calmly to Ry's arm.
"It's alright, little one. I can see her, your wolf... she is suffering."
Helki's fingers lightly thumb against Rylee's arm. She barely touches the girl, knowing even the slightest touch of ill intention can spur her false heat further.
She smiles gently as her fingers glide to Ry's face.
"Let me see her. Show your heart."
Ry's eyes widen and shift, dulling only for a second. A mix of green and grey darkening her eyes as her breath strains and wavers.
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Alpha's Perfect Breed
Hombres LoboAt a year old she was just a happy, bouncy baby. By the time she turned two the home was filled with numerous sets of giggles. When she turned 3 there were many words and even a new friend but when she turned 4 everything changed. The once smiling a...
