SLEEP ON YOUR SIDE, DEAR ? poisoning + sickness (retro, open)

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THE WAVES WILL BREAK! -- hellhound. regent.

lifting his head as the fever blurred his sight, dizziness coming to claim the short hellhound. he groaned at the two different voices that he could pick up on, his sight momentarily clearing as he tried to push himself up with a gentle, "Rowan, dear. Mhh, Mom's just not feeling good right now." he attempted to console his pup, ears swiveling as he picked up on Salem's scent through his running nose, the regent trying to look to the dark furred feline with a cough.

there was no Prophet, and well, she was probably the only one they had with any ... 'training', to say the least, or so he hoped. he would only nod before groaning and sagging back to the floor with a heavy huff, shivers and shakes claiming the hellhound's body, feeble sounds of pain leaving him at every breath. stretching out his limbs to lay his belly against the cold stone floor, he whined faintly, "I think I ate something that was poisoned. It's been a long time but this feels like a poisoning ...", he would rasp and cough, laying his head on his paws, "I've lived through enough assassination attempts to know. The worst part of it is coughing blood."

crushed up oleander was in the food he ate, highly toxic to canines //

[align=center]"speech" .. 'thoughts' .. attack

attack in #606A83. -- EVERY CHAIN ON ME !

[member=11].[/member]teef + help from [member=11].[/member]psy