The Adrenaline Rush

[FalconX]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i53.tinypic.com/315edjo.jpg] The forbidden. A lie concocted by those who felt they were superior. Another sham that was supposed to scare her. Well she wasn't afraid. She didn't even know what fear was, having not felt its presence for years. She always had what she wanted, and any fear was long since gone from her, since she used to spend her days bored to the extreme, so that she would find things she was afraid of, just for the thrill. That thrill was gone after weeks of the game. She grew tired and the familiar zing of adrenaline was gone, no matter what she tried to do to bring it back. Her slender frame rocked by the strong gusts of wind, and she shoved her face defiantly back into the force of nature. No fear. She heard the whisper of the wind through the trees and her brown eyes caught every twitch in the shadow of the trees. Forbidden. Secrets. Lies. It never ended. This world was nothing but a facade. An elaborate hoax that everyone had bought into. Call her a conspiracy theorist, everyone else had. Everyone else had already thrown every insult at her that they could think of. It had no effect. She was impenetrable. A fortress. No fear. No sadness. No shame. Her slender legs moved her forward slowly. Her head was lifted high, as if daring anyone or anything to approach her. Try and shake her. Her tail was lifted proudly, its feathering fluttering in the wind. A banner streaming behind her. Her jaws parted and her tongue slipped out, she let herself relax. Her ears pricked forward and her eyes watched every trick of the light. Waiting. Waiting for the thing that was talked of in hushed whispers. The feared. The terror. Waiting for the adrenaline rush

[E V E N T S !]

D A N G E R !

You have entered the Forbidden Forest and immediately the toxins fill your lungs. Within mere seconds the infection enters your body. You will now begin to change, and I'm sad to tell you, this is a very long and painful experience.

First your mouth will start to salivate, you will feel as if you have to throw up. Then your eyes will begin to burn as they change to a bright glowing green. Next, you will feel as though your body has caught on fire. When you attempt to scream in pain you will find that you can no longer make any sounds. Your fur will start to fall out in chunks, foam will form at your mouth. Instantly your memories will fade away, leaving you a bitter and empty shell. When the pain finally subsides your transformation will be completed.

Congratulations! You are now a pitiful beast, infected by your thirst for an adrenaline rush.

[Nishii]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i56.tinypic.com/11txwcl.jpg] Only a few months had passed since his birth, but that didn't stop him from venturing off on his own. This was his home, it was his duty to know every nook and cranny it had to offer. How else would he prepare for their attack? He could hear their voices.. they were everywhere. Through day and night he could hear them whisper, snickering, laughing at him. He just couldn't make out what they were saying, not like he'd be able to understand what they said anyways. The small hybrid crept through the shadows of the forest. Most called this place forbidden but to him it was home. This was where he was born, it was safe here.. safer than out there with those disgusting creatures. His lips curled back at the thought of them, sitting there planning on how to devour the two young pups. They were the cause of the voices in his head, to him they were the enemy. If anyone else could hear their snickering comments, they'd believe it too. But alas, he was the only one who could hear the plotting fiends. Sniffing the air, he was able to pick up the scent of a new creature. Tilting his head in confusion he followed after the scent. Nothing ever came into this forest, so this new scent confused him greatly. He treat quietly, hiding from behind the trees, lurking in the shadows. It didn't take the young pup long to find the cause of the scent. A slim female stood before him. She was bi colored and had a very different build than any canine he had met before, which wasn't many. Curious, he allowed both his brown and green eyes to watch her. All he could think about was what would happen if he closed his left eye.. would she change? Would she appear to him just as his mother and brother had? Would she be a foul beast or just a plain old canine? So far he had not met a living creature who didn't change when he closed his eye.. little did he know the reason for this was because he lived in an infected area. The small greyish brown wolfdog was about to test her (by closing his infected eye) when a small squirrel ran up the tree next to him. Startled he let out a low rumble from his vocals - a growl. This wasn't something his mother taught him to do, as she could not make that sound nor any sound, but something his instinct taught him. Curling back his lips he glared at the retreating squirrel, his left eye closing as he did so. The once seemingly normal creature then appeared to him as a half decaying rodent about ready to fall off the branch and drop dead. The sight both frightened and disgusted him. He no longer wished to test the female he had been spying on, for he feared the reality of the situation. Any who came into this forest were one of the infected, even if he could not see it with both eyes open. Then it hit him, he had made a noise, his position would now be known. Shrinking down, he searched frantically in the direction he had last seen the female. The voices in his head continued in their endless whispering causing the situation to frighten him further. Where could she be?

[FalconX]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i53.tinypic.com/315edjo.jpg] A sly smirk tilted up her perfectly tapered muzzle. There was no cause to fear. Not that she would. Her paws lifted in a slight victory prance. Her tail swished, mocking those who had urged her to never try her luck. To never enter the forbidden forest. Her brown eyes lit mischievously. This flash of triumph was perfect. It was wonderful. It was temporary. It was gone. Her lithe body went rigid. Her mouth salivated and foamed, like a wild animal gone made. The sensation flooding her body was something she had never felt. Undeniably real. This was no hoax. No lie could make her feel this. Her stomach twisted and churned painfully inside her, she retched, but nothing came up. Every fiber of her being fought the change. She struggled, her head tossing madly and her entire body reduced to a convulsing mass of fur. Her eyes burned and rolled in her skull, as if trying to escape the torment. Stop. She fought to no avail. Her eyes squeezed tight, trying to fight the pain and failing miserably. No more. No more. The silent begging was just that. Silent. She fell with a dull thud. The quiet sound a deafening roar in her ears. Every sense heightened. She rubbed her slender face against the rough ground, scratching at her eyes, clawing them profusely. She scarcely noticed the hair that was starting to litter the ground around her. The burn seeped into her limbs. It seemed the adrenaline had found her. It was painful. More painful than she remembered, no… imagined. She didn't remember anything. She knew only the unbearable pain. Her tongue rolled out, panting as she tried to dispel the waves of heat that crashed over her. Her jaws parted, a scream bubbling up in her throat. No sound escaped. Mute. Forced to suffer in this fiery agony with not even a scream to relieve her. Helplessness engulfed her. Foam coated her lips and her throat was papery, dust dry. Her body convulsed again, stomach heaving, throat squeezing. Desperate to scream, to whimper, to cry out. To do something that would stop it. Help. Help was a lie. She was reduced to a quivering mass. Doomed to this silent death. Nothingness. Condemned for the remainder of her sorry life. Alone. Had she ever had anyone? Someone to miss her when she was gone? The hot fire spread throughout her body again. It almost had a rhythm. Long. Short. Quick. Quick. Long. And over and over again. There was no end to its vicious cycle. Her limbs twitched, spread across the ground. Faintly, she heard a growl. Then nothingness encompassed her again. Aware of only the pain. Only the suffering that she was forced to endure. How long. She would never know. How she had got here, she would never know. To remember, was a gift, and like every other gift, it had been taken from her. Her body shuddered, and slowly, her eyes opened. Looking, but not comprehending.

[Nishii]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i56.tinypic.com/11txwcl.jpg] There she was, prancing about like a foolish child. A frown played across his features as he watched the older canine and her foolish behavior. No.. perhaps she was not prancing? Instead now she tossed her body about as if in pain. He grew curiouser and curiouser as her seeming painful movements continued. What was this? Why was she acting so strangely? From what he could see there was absolutely nothing wrong with her. Slowly, cautiously, he took a few steps forward but then stopped. No.. this was a trick. He snarled at her. She was one of them. Suddenly the voices in his head began to scream, as if remembering what another had went through - nay, had tried to say while going through this wicked pain. Brown and green eyes watched as she fell to the ground, clawing at her eyes. This was all too strange to him. Nothing about her appearance had changed, at least from what he could see. So why was she acting so strangely? His curiosity got the better of him, slowly he crept over to the seemingly dying creature. Before reaching her, however, he stopped once again pondering what would happen if he closed his cursed eye. So he did. He closed his glowing, green and infect left eye. Upon closing it he saw the truth, well perhaps not the truth but he saw a half dead creature cringing in pain. With his eyes he saw how all of her fur had fallen to the grasses, leaving her skin pink and bare. Not only that, but a white foam escaped from her mouth. She was a disgusting creature.. but she was just like his family. Lowering himself to the ground he crept closer, his brown eye starting into her two glowing green eyes. Was this why she was in pain? Did this mean she, just like his mother, was cursed with the inability to make sounds? He already knew the answer but still he had to question it. Once again the whispers screamed out in pain, causing him to snarl viciously. It was a trap. He could hear her cries, he screams for help. The endless whispering, it was her doing! Raising himself from the ground he moved quickly to her side. Once reaching her he looked down at the larger, but pathetic canine. A smile crept across his face. If he had words he would of laughed at her, told her she deserved everything that was coming to her, but instead he just stood there smiling. Lips curled back to reveal his tiny sharp teeth, his smile seemed taunting, begging her to try to devour him. He kept his left eye closed, he wanted to see her for what she really was. He wanted the image of her to forever burn within his mind. This was what they all looked like, and they all wanted to devour him.

[FalconX]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i53.tinypic.com/315edjo.jpg] Time was nonexistent. The torture was present. Always there. Lingering on the fringes of her mind. When the delirium would fade, it would take its rightful place once again. Still, gradually the pain subsided. An emptiness was still present, swallowing her whole. It was all encompassing. It was her. She struggled to remember, to know who she was, to know where she was, and to know what was happening. Each memory faded and slipped from her grasp before she could remember even a single moment. Not even a second of her life remained. She lay, panting for all she was worth. Breathing, trying to calm her pounding heart. Her eyes fluttered, and each time they closed it was awkward and unusual, as if something about her eyes had changed. Her ears hung limply on the ground, she tried to prick them forward, to listen for a threat. She had been lying far too long. She was too vulnerable. They twitched feebly, but she made no other move, no matter the extent of her efforts. Movement. She had heard it. Someone was there. Through the haze she felt the zing of fear, something that felt so natural now. Fear and acceptance of what was to come. Death. It was approaching, and she was ready to let it take her. There was no reason to go one. No reason to continue this pitiful existence. Better to succumb, when hope was so obviously destroyed. Her legs stirred, but she did little to try and escape from the oncoming danger. Her nose twitched feebly. Canine. She smelled it as clearly as she smelled the stench of disease that flooded this forsaken forest. It crept closer. The presence of the unknown filled her body with terror. Her body convulsed in another seizure. Her throat tightened as she fought to utter a sound. Nothing. Acceptance and weariness eased the crushing pressure. The pain left, and all she felt was numbness. Every feeling receded. Her eyes flickered open once again. This time, the world was more than just a blur. Her now glowing green eyes tried to focus. A blurred shadow stood over her. Her body flinched back, a reflex, as she was no longer afraid. Anger and bitterness spread through her body, strengthening her. It coursed through her veins, burning, providing her with a wrathful energy. Her eyes focused. The canine above her was small. A mere pup. From her submissive position below him, her lip curled in a snarl, but no sound can from her mouth, though she tried to growl. A sneer covered the pup's lips. Rage heightened Chey's senses. She struggled, limbs flailing as she tried to regain use of her body. All acceptance was gone, replaced with hatred for the small creature standing before her. Her white teeth flashed as her jaws opened wide. Threatening the pup. Back away, she warned silently.

[Nishii]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i56.tinypic.com/11txwcl.jpg] Her pathetic exsistance was enough to make him chuckle softly. Chuckling while she lay there in a motionless.. soundless pain. This is what she got for even considering the thought of devouring such a young and innocent puppy. With an even larger smile he closed his right eye as well. Even with both eyes closed the image of her half dead body could be seen, forever burned in his mind. This sight frightened him but it had to be done. He had to make sure that his family wasn't the only ones who were cursed. Now he knew the curse was because of the voices. Yes, they were the cause of all the pain in the world. Always there, yet too quiet to actually comprehend their ongoing conversations. And the screams, the cries of pain he constantly hears.. Those were the screams of the dying souls, those in which they've devoured. The smile that had played across his face now turned sour, frowning at the truth which he had just discovered. Returning vision to his right eye he once again gazed down at her disgusting figure. This disease has attacked everything he's ever known but not him. No, for he was immune to the disease. Whenever he would gaze upon his reflection he was greeted with a perfect face and two brown eyes. He was perfection in a pile of rubbish. Soon it seemed her body stopped heaving in pain. Pathetic, she couldn't even handle the pain of being an infected (not like he knew anything about the pain). The female's glowing green eyes then greeted him. He could see the anger that filled her eyes before she even began to threaten him with her fangs. From the looks of things she would regain control of her body soon. Normal animals would be terrified of the beast which just changed, the power of anger but not him. No, the threat of being attacked made him laugh even harder. How dare she threaten him. The small statured hybrid pup wouldn't stand a chance against a fully grown, freshly changed, infected canine. But still he stayed, laughing at the soundless anger that escaped her jaw. Rounded ears laid flat against his skull challenging her authority. Although it was an extremely stupid move, he did not back down. Instead he stood there, watching her , mocking her very existence.

[FalconX]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i53.tinypic.com/315edjo.jpg] The glowing eye transfixed her. It was bright, casting off its own light, and set on the side of the creatures face that was scarred a sensitive reddish pink. The scarring on his face glowed a hideous color from the light of his left eye and the shadows made him appear as if he were a hell hound, recently risen from the depths of hades. His scrawny body was rigid with confidence and defiance. He would not back down, just as she would not. She fought to control her body and with each frenzied attempt, she found that she had recovered more mobility. Each twitch brought more control back to her. At the edge of her peripheral vision, she saw it. A flash. A flickering image, like that of a ghost. With difficulty, she turned her head to the right, momentarily forgetting the sneering pup in front of her. Her bright eyes were met with emptiness. Just a forest, nothing was there. It was how it had always been, dark and looming, promising danger. No other living thing moved through the trees. No shadows hid more strangers that wished her ill. She and the mangy mutt stood alone. They were surrounded by the deafening silence, of which, she could not break, even if she had wanted to. A sneer curled her lips and with green eyes flashing, she turned on the other canine. He too seemed content to be silent. He watched her, with that satisfied smirk, as if he were in on a secret that she was not privy to. Speak, she wanted to scream. Anything to break this forsaken silence that threatened to crush her. She tried to growl, showing her teeth. But no sound came. Instead, the pup before her seemed to inflate. He stood, his ears pinned, challenging her. Only months old and he thought to take on a completely grown dog. Surely though, this pup was smarter than that. She flicked her tail in a whiplike motion behind her. With carefully measured steps, she eased forward, lips pulled back to reveal ivory teeth glistening with saliva. She felt the dried foam on her mouth crack as her mouth widened. Fool. She tried to growl, to do something to voice the threat that her body language clearly told. The fur on her neck raised and her silken ear pinned down as far as she could manage. She lunged at him, mouth agape and dripping like the infected canine that she was. Her lean body stretched elegantly in the air, her paws extended and eyes flashing as she went for the other dog's throat.

[Nishii]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i56.tinypic.com/11txwcl.jpg] How could he back down now? She was the enemy, she was part of the whispering conspiracy that forever threatened to devour him and his beloved brother. To back down would mean to betray his own blood, and that was something he could never do. A low rumbling growl, which sounded very young and foolish, left his throat as he watched the female. Who cared if she was much larger and stronger than he? She was the enemy and she must be destroyed. Confusion rose in him as she turned to view something. There was a certain look in her eyes that was all too familiar to him. Both his mother and brother had that look, seeming to be searching for something that wasn't actually there. Curiosity got the best of him, his guard was dropped, all anger left his body replaced with a childish feeling. What was it that she saw? Or was this too perhaps a trap? Had the whispering fools told her all about him? No, she smelt nothing like the whispers in his head though of course they held no smell at all. He too quickly glanced in the same direction as she, even opening his left eye to see if the image was hiding in the fake truth. Reclosing his eye, he again saw nothing. Absolutely nothing, there was no one else there.. Just like always he failed to see what those with that look saw. She was without sound, thus her attack came as a half surprise to him. The sight of her rotting body coming at him frightened him beyond end. Her fangs lunging at him aiming for his throat. It was true, she wanted to eat him. This wretched beast truly was out to get him. Again the whispers turned into screaming everything seemed to attack him all at once. He was helpless, left to die in the fangs of another infected. Would his challenge of authority really lead to his demise? A soft whimper broke the silence as he closed both eyes tight. Falling to the ground and crying like the child that he was. No, he was not strong enough to take her on. He was weak, a pathetic excuse, unworthy of the wolf blood that coursed through him. His true self shone through, the young pup who could do nothing to protect himself nor his family. A weak and pathetic creature. In truth it was rather funny... that creature who had once been so keen on challenging the seemingly lifeless body was now cringing in fear as it rose from the dead. The thought of her sharp canines piercing his neck, crunching down and snapping it like a twig was all he could think about. His death was soon to come, he was sure of it. After death his body would then be devoured by the hungry beast. Or perhaps it would happen another way, perhaps she would devour him alive making him live through horrible pains such as she had and then when the light from his eyes was about to turn off she would revive him only to nearly kill him again- leaving him in a vicious cycle of life and death. A sharp pain broke his wondering mind. Her fangs had pierced the skin of his upper left shoulder not far from the spot in which she had aimed for. His eyes shot open as he felt the pain pulsating through the now bruised area. His glowing green eye looking down at his attacker who now seemed to be nothing more than a normal dog. The wicked witch was now hiding her true form behind a shell wishing to seem normal as she ate him alive. He lashed out, not in anger but in an instinctive self defense, even though he probably would not be able to reach her nor do much harm.

[FalconX]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i53.tinypic.com/315edjo.jpg] Everything was happening to fast, of that fact she was very sure. Every movement seemed ten times faster. Every breath was ragged and quick. Yet every blink was torturously slow. She felt it happen, but she saw it unfold slowly. It was a performance, some elaborate show to amuse the watchers. She was a puppet, with a master pulling her strings yet again. Everything she did, every move she made was controlled. Hopeless. Helpless. The madness shrouded everything in shadows. She was a controlled toy that had no life outside of this pitiful existence. The show must go on. Her glowing eyes dimmed with fear and sadness for what was lost. For the memories that had left her, she was a shell. An empty case and her very life mocked her. To know nothing was the highest affliction of all. This disease had taken everything, even her mind. Hackles raised, she glared at the pup. She stared and waited for a move, she saw the hatred burning in that green eye, that was so fixated on her. It would close periodically, he seemed content to watch her with one eye. Was she such a small threat that he should mock her, taunt her in this way, showing that she was not even worth his full attention. Deranged, that was what this mangy creature before her was. Enough. Enough was enough. Her teeth bared, she saw the look of confusion on the young face peering back at her. Gone was the defiance, gone was anger and scorn that he had shown her. Amidst the rage that shot through her, she felt a momentary pause. What was she doing? Had she been driven to insanity so far that she did not even recognize a young pup? Helpless. Defenseless. Could she kill such young innocence? The madness stirred up her anger, rekindling the coals of hatred that it had set fire to. The brief sanity left her. Once again she returned to be a puppet, controlled by the infection of this cursed forest. Noiselessly, she aimed for the pups throat. Death was what he would receive. If she was forced to endure this silent agony, then others would go down in flames with her. This pup would be among the first to suffer at her jaws. A whimper broke the eerie silence. It's pitiful sound crashed over her diseased mind. Helpless. The word chanted over and over in her mind. Too late. She felt her teeth sink into soft flesh. Warm, metallic blood flooded her senses, dripped from her jaws, and pooled in her mouth. Her momentary hesitation had caused her to miss. Relief and disbelief warred against each other. This pup should die, but she no longer wanted to kill it. The anger had been sated as the first drop of this pup's blood had been spilled. She withdrew herself from him. Away from the intoxicating scent of fresh blood. Away from the horror of what she had done. The anger receded, chased away by grief and remorse. Guilt for what she had done plagued her mind, just as the infection did. Her head dipped slightly, mouth parted as still more blood dripped from her sharp teeth. Sorrow was written all over her face. Her ears drooped from her depression, and her elegant tail fell to the ground, its feathering now matted, with dirt clumping it still farther. Her slender frame was braced, legs spread apart, as if she could barely keep herself standing.

[Nishii]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i56.tinypic.com/11txwcl.jpg] This pain was nothing compared to what it felt like to turn but still it crippled the young puppy causing tears to drip from his eyes. Blood escaped his body through the semi-large holes left by the adult dog's teeth. The whispers grew louder and silent again. They were laughing at him, he knew it. Whispering to themselves of how pathetic this foolish pup was; how he challenged an adult and then when she attacked, cowered like the little child he was. Lips curled back, threatening the whispers which haunted him. He demanded them to shut up but as always his demands were left unmet. And then, almost as quickly as the attack had started, she released him from her deathly grip. His blood poured from his wound quickly at first and then slowed as clots formed around the punctured skin - the process taking merely seconds to complete. The slow trickle of his blood running down his shoulder tickled him. Surrounding fur now stained red from his own blood, the first blood to ever leave his body. This was a new experience for him and it frightened him. It felt as though his life was draining from his body as his blood slowly escaped the fresh wounds. Was this what it felt like to have your flesh ripped apart? He could only imagine how much worst it would feel if the whispers had commanded the female to consume him. Alas she had not ripped apart his flesh with the aim of devouring him bit by bit, instead her attack almost seemed uncontrollable. Still, the anger from being hurt swelled within himself causing his to bare his fangs, lay back his ears, and raise his tail. He wasn't even half her size and still he was foolish enough to rechallenege her. His fearful actions grew more vicious as the pain from his shoulder shot through his leg with each step he took. He was only able to take a few steps backwards before the pain was too much for his tiny figure to handle. He stared at the bicolored female with both eyes open, hating the normal looking dog he saw before him. His blood dripped from her jaw and soon her body expressions took on the form of a great depression. No, her sadness was not sincere he knew this was just a trick the fake world was playing on him. Once again he closed his left eye, the eye which held so closely to the infection. Now he could see the truth, he could see as the blood thirsty creature licked her lips- enjoying the taste of his blood and thirsting for more. Just as the truth was uncovered the whispers started again, almost as if they were mocking him for believe it was just a mistake. Again he snarled at the whispers, this time breaking the silence with a low growl. The ability to make song belonged to him and him alone, and he was more than happy to break the silence with his threats. Returning to reality he continued to stare down the female, his left eye shut tight. However, now the female appeared sad in this state as well. Perhaps her sadness was legit after all. Relaxing his aggressive stature he crept over to her slowly, limping each time his left leg had to be used. A smarter dog wouldn't of approached their attacker and an even smarter dog wouldn't of put so much weight on their wounded shoulder. But he was not a smart dog, he was a curious puppy and his actions proved as much. Raising his ears he tilted his head as he stood before her sulking body. He showed no signs of aggression nor of submission he was simply curious as to why she seemed so sad when she had done just as the whispers had instructed her. Such sadness was not fit for the half decaying form which he saw before him, and so he opened his left eye granting her permission to hide behind her normal elegant form. Another soft whimper escaped his maw, almost as if testing his luck and her humanity.

[FalconX]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i53.tinypic.com/315edjo.jpg] She wasn't supposed to feel regret, something inside her told her that much. Yet, as she watched the pup cry a rush of something foreign went through her. Shame. She was ashamed of what she had done to someone so young. Even the pinkish red scarring on his face did nothing to dispel his picture of youthful naivete. She recoiled from him. She was a beast, a cowardly beast, that struck out against those that were smaller, those incapable of defending themselves against her. Her body trembled with the effort that it took to stay upright. Her adrenaline induced strength had left her weak. The effects of momentary sanity left her swimming in the downpour of self loathing that she inflicted upon herself over and over. The wound knit itself together. She blinked slowly, staring as the blood crusted over and slowly healed in a manner of moments. How? Was it possible? As confusion clouded her mind, her instincts caused her to tuck her tail, backing away from the unexplainable phenomenon. This wasn't normal. Her eyes narrowed, nothing was ever going to be normal for her again, of that much she was sure. She grit her teeth, her thin lip raising in a silent growl at the unfamiliar. Change was vicious and it seemed content to haunt her every waking moment. Her eyes widened a fraction as the pup turned on her once again. Was this pitiful creature insane? Perhaps it too was affected by the thing that now plagued her. Even now she could feel it lingering on the edges of her mind, threatening to take hold of her once again. Her body shivered involuntarily at the thought of being reduced to a puppet of the infection. Her thoughts were not her own. Her mind was now a battle ground, where she dueled with a thing that she could not see. She watched almost uncaringly as the pup bared its teeth. Foolish, she wanted to tell him: instead, she watched. The wind barely moved through the trees and the silence was beginning to drive Chey insane. She couldn't take much more of this. She was sick of the insanity and tired of the uncertainty. Depression filled her body and she looked at the pup calmly, her glowing green eyes dim. Her two toned body was matted and sweaty, covered with dirt that she had picked up as she writhed on the ground. Her skin shivered as she willed away the need to itch her burning skin. The feeling, it was beginning to return. His growl broke the air and Chey started, eyes widening. She titled her head to the side, examining the pup. He didn't seem to be growling at her. He started forward, she scooted back, unsure of his advance. Surely he meant to lunge at her any moment. Though how he figured to kill her was a topic shrouded in mystery and guesses. She wasn't afraid, but she had no desire to hurt him any further. If he would just stay away, perhaps nothing would take hold of her again. Nothing in her stance suggested hostility, though her body was tensed as if she intended to wheel around and run away from him at top speed. With his hurt shoulder and being only a puppy, it was sure to be an easy race, even if she hadn't been bred to be in top condition for racing. Lowering her head she regarded him in confusion. He crept still farther, and oddly enough, she saw that he had only one eye open. A mere moment later, she saw both eyes staring up at her, one of them a ghostly green. Yet, with his head tilted slightly and his mouth open in a small whimper, he looked every bit the young pup that he was. She allowed herself to slowly ease her head toward him, sniffing lightly, so as not to scare him. Her eyes squeezed shut and her body remained tensed, waiting for him to attack. The feeling seemed to have receded but Chey was sure of only one thing, it was sure to come back.