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The caverns, cleverly located that one particular edge of the territory had proved to be a place of comfort, and of rest. He wasn't feeling too ill anymore, although there were bouts of it. It was like the ocean tide, rolling in and rolling out at different periods of the day based upon where the moon waxed and waned, rolled up on the horizon and set. It was raining again, although the storm wasn't as bad as it had been the day that he met Takashi at the Mountain, but it made him feel just as uneasy as he had been before. The dugout of sorts was shallow but deep enough that the puppy had curled up and dozed off from time to time. It was hard to sleep because he felt a little alone, and a little afraid for a change.
Leviathan had lost track of time between how long it had been before he had wound up at the Mountain and the time that he had been with family. He didn't remember why they wanted him to stay, or even if they had told him to stay in the first place. He had begun to question if maybe he was just dreaming, feeling groggy and more like he had been sucked underneath the boggy mess that was the swamp. Sighing, he wasn't sure what he felt more like doing; sitting there tired and hot, or moving around after some food (which he figured he'd just puke up anyway), or maybe looking for someone.
In truth, the puppy really wanted to go home.
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He hadn't ever liked being sick. No wolf did, of course, but Ravi was particularly poorly disposed towards the whole thing. Discomfort wasn't his forte, and neither was fortitude. The two things combined to make him very unhappy when he caught some bug or other. But never in his entire life had he ever experienced something so awful as this sickness. He had passed out twice that he knew of, and though he did not move at all during these episodes (no strange sort of uncontrollable sleep-walking during a faint, that was at least a minor positive), he had woken up both times with no clue as to where he was, what he had been doing, or even his own name. Though it all came back to him after a few minutes, he feared that he would pass out again and the confusion would last.
But probably the worst of all the symptoms was the nausea. He'd long since lost track of how many times he had vomited up what felt like his entire collection of organs. He had stopped trying to eat because it was impossible to keep anything down. The starvation had only gone on for three days thus far, but with the sickness to add to his body's degredation, the coywolf was already beginning to notice his coat losing some of its luster. But of course, he didn't care in the slightest. The horrible cramping, dry-heaving, and general lurching around of his stomach put any sort of cosmetic issues far from his mind. It didn't matter whether or not he had consumed anything, liquid or solid, his stomach still tried to fling up whatever it could. At the moment, it was resting, and Ravi was making use of its quietness by walking aimlessly. He had crossed the Plateau because it was flat, even ground and he was in no mood for any difficult treks. The rain, which ordinarily would have bothered him, barely registered in his ravaged brain.
He whinced and despaired somewhat as a cramp passed over his frail self, reminding him that he had eaten nothing at all for three days now. Deciding that he really had nothing to lose if he tried to hunt again, the boy put his head up and sniffed, eventually locating a raccoon. This, he realized, was probably quite lucky. Any raccoon out at this time of day was bound to be ill, and in his present state, he stood no chance of catching anything that wasn't already on its death bed to begin with. His suspicions were proved correct after some silent stalking foward, when he saw his quarry in the process of vomiting up whatever it had just eaten. It looked in a very bad way, the skin hanging off its hips and ribs. It trembled though the day wasn't all that cold. Ravi despatched it without too much trouble, and, noticing the caverns nearby, decided that he might as well enjoy his meal out of the rain.
Mouth watering and stomach aching all the more powerfully at the prospect of food, the coywolf didn't even bother shaking off the water as he came out of the rain. But once he placed his kill on the ground and the stench of it no longer over powered his nose as much, he realized that he was not alone. Whipping around, he saw the pup he had smelled, looking as unhappy as he was. Perhaps it was sick as well? "Hey, you okay?" If the pup really was ill, he probably wouldn't be interested in eating, but it was worth a shot. Ravi felt bad for him. "You can have some if you want," he said, indicating the raccoon. He grimaced. "I'll probably just puke up whatever I eat anyway."
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His eyes had been shut and he had been drifting a bit, trying to sort out his thoughts about what was going on. It didn't make sense, from what he had observed while lying in that dank crevice didn't add up to anything. The animals were acting funny, even the birds were flying funny. Maybe it was his vision that was failing in a dire time of need, or maybe there was just something really wrong with everything. The thought that maybe the whole region was ill had yet to cross his mind, but it seemed impossible.
The voice of the hybrid slid through his thoughts like a knife and the youth jolted awake, mustard coloured eyes opening to a blurry and dull picture. He blinked the wearyness out of them, and focused on the words that the other was speaking. And here, Leviathan realised that he was being offered food. "Ah," he said, voice dry until he cleared it, "I don't know if I'm okay, I haven't been feelin' so good... I guess you ain't either?" This was interesting, someone else was feeling like him too?
"I dunno what I ate that made me feel bad, maybe it was that frog a day or two ago, but." He shrugged, dropping the topic like a hot potato. "It didn't stay down for nothin', but since then I ain't felt s'good," he babbled loosely, jaw feeling tight and too tired to be afraid of the stranger. "What about you, uh, whatev-ah y'name is." Another drop-off, and the puppy set his head down on his feet, shutting his eyes tightly for a moment. Bearings were tricky, right then and there with the world spinning in a sick carousel.
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x.x sorry about the wait. I'm coming back in a week, and I've got internet for the rest of the time anyway, so it'll get better.
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So far, he had only seen other species of animal fall ill. Raccoons, birds, beavers, squirrels, even a snake that had seemed a little off. But no wolves. The similarity of his symptoms to those of the other creatures made him suspect that it was probably all the same epidemic, but he had come to the conclusion that wolves were unaffected by this particular pathogen. He blamed his own very mixed heritage for his affliction: coyotes could probably catch it. It had served as an annoying reminder of the fact that he was about fifty percent different from the rest of his packmates, and he had worried that perhaps others would also have noticed that only non-wolves got it, and that they might think less of him because he was now more obviously hybrid than ever.
But this pup was obviously all wolf, and he was sick too. The relief that he felt was tinged with guilt that something good for him might come out of a horrible unpleasantness for this child. But it wasn't much relief anyway, it still didn't change the fact that he felt like shit. But still, it was interesting. He was never a wolf to be plagued by curiosity, being generally content with however things were, but this disease did make him wonder.
The puppy answered his first question without Ravi having to ask it: he didn't know what it was that had made him sick. Ravi had tried many times to think of what could have done it, but the only thing out of the ordinary that had occured right before he started feeling bad was that incident with Analie, Amy and the log. But all that had ended up with was a plunge into Morning Glory Cascades. Disease did sometimes travel in bad water, but he drank out of there all the time. "You don't know how you got sick either? I can't think of anything, really. I fell off a log into Morning Glory Cascades, but other than that, nothing different happened than most days." He fell silent for a moment, just thinking. After a while, he realized he hadn't introduced himself. "Oh, I'm Ravi."
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Ravi, a name that Leviathan had never heard of before. It sounded exotic to his ears, but then again 'Leviathan' didn't sound all that common anyway. He was not a biblical sea monster, and he was most definitely a large behemoth creature of any sort; he was just a young lad who was sick, confused, and terribly lost. "Leviathan," he returned plainly, nodding in agreement to what Ravi was saying. "Maybe there is somethin' goin' 'round? I dunno, but I've been in the watah too..." he trailed off, his words slurred and disjointed.
"Where are we?" Yeah, what was that place? Leviathan couldn't remember if he had been there before, and he couldn't even recall which way that the moss was supposed to grow on trees. South? North? Did it matter or was it random? He was about as misguided as a loose cannonball, rolling and spinning in a place that was foreign like the name Ravi. That blasted exotic name that didn't mean anything to the boy at that point, and he sighed; frustrated.
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Ugh, I'm so sorry about the delay.
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He didn't know any better than the pup. Where? He'd never been here before. It probably had a name, but no one had told him. A plateau of some kind, but that wouldn't be helpful to the pup. Anyone could see what this place was, and that wasn't what Leviathan wanted to know. He looked out of the mouth of the cavern into the misty rain, as though that would help any. He felt like crap. Why did anyone care where the two of them were? The inexorable cramping of his stomach seemed more important.
"I guess..." The statement hung inchoate, he wasn't sure what exactly he guessed. Something about their location, something about the disease they both seemed to share? "I guess there must be, if so many things're sick. Bad water?" He shrugged. This idea bothered him. He had dim memories of a minor epidemic within his childhood pack that had originated from the water. But as always with Ravi, his immediate discomforts bothered him far more than any suspected or anticipated danger. "I don't know where we are...I don't think I've been here before."
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"Great, just... great." Leviathan said, shaking his head. It made him feel worse, so that was quickly abandoned without question. If it was the water, then they were all screwed, because they needed water. They needed to drink from it in order to survive. But yet, he couldn't stomach anything without hurling it back up, so it was all a waste. "We're all gonna die, ain't we?" He was beyond the point of knowing what in the hell he was saying. Dying seemed like the logical thing to do, he felt so horrible, it was a direct link to the memory of how many in his family had died after he had gotten the deer to trample them (but that was an accident).
He sighed, and rolled in the mouth of the small dip / den he was in. "If we don't drink the water, then we'll die. But if we do, dhen when we eat... yeah. It just comes back out... lose-lose. Sickness wins." He smiled at this, turning onto his back as though he was high as a kite and to follow this, he batted the air.
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