Simple lies, strange eyes; Ajatar, Longclaw

[Ajatar]

ajatar

devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest;
angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress.

"Longclaw? Longclaw!" Ajatar felt the panic rising in her chest, threatening to unleash the plague from her body once more. Why wasn't he answering? Why were his lips moving wordlessly? His breathing...was is slowing down? Why wouldn't he open his eyes? She was frustrated, angry, sad, scared - it all piled up together to make her shudder and shiver as though a cold set over herself as well. She almost didn't see the girl, almost didn't hear her "uhg" from the periphery of their meeting space. She realized, perhaps a beat too late, that the girl was well within the zone of her caustic fumes and she almost turned to tell the girl to go away. Run! Anything! Get away from the noxious fumes that Ajatar produced to maim Wyrm (gone, long gone now) and instead fell everything in her immediate range. How far did the disease go?

Why oh why couldn't she control it?

The girl didn't seem too affected - she coughed, made a noise, and then approached the prone Longclaw with more curiosity than anything else. A mist rises off of her, fine and translucent, and Ajatar cannot help but think of the disease that rolls off her own skin. It's not visible, not like this girl, but...what is she doing? Ajatar realizes she's relatively unaffected by her disease and her mind jumps to conclusions.

"Don't!" she cries, taking a lunge toward the girl, hoping to knock her out of the way or something. Last minute, though, the realization dawns on her. She sees the mist enter his body, his nostrils, his mouth, and soothe the angry flesh along his sides. His coughing ceases, his breathing returns to normal. She fixed him.

She fixed him after Ajatar broke him.
Her only friend - reduced to near death, and nothing she could do to save him. The realization hits her hard and nearly chokes her. She is no better than her mother or her grandsire. He's just as harmful and dangerous. She doesn't deserve friends.

Should we...talk?

"I..." she trails off, unsure what to say, panic bright in her eyes. She wants to flee, to run, so she takes another step back away from the group.