She had tried so hard to not show her exhaustion when she was near Warrick and his family. She had tried so hard to keep it from her features, not showing the way that her gift had roiled in her chest, fighting against something stronger than she had ever encountered. She even tried to keep it from Exist, trying to not show her twin the way that it snuck into her marrow, the edges of that cancerous disease sapping away her energy, her own health. She traveled with them to Hyaline, made sure that they were safe, and then said her goodbyes, pressing her nose into her sisters mane and drinking in that wild, beautiful energy.
It was only when she was certain that they could no longer see her that she let it creep into her features. Her neck, long slickened with the effort, remained damp, the velvet of her nose darkened with it. Her legs trembled as she traveled, and although she wanted to take to the skies to make the journey faster, she simply did not trust herself in the air. So she walked, red dragon wings curled protectively around her.
She meant to walk straight to Loess—she meant to make it as quick of a journey as possible, but the road got away from her. The path got lost and before she knew it, she was next to that dull roar of the river, that which so easily matched the roar that was growing inside her own head. Her brow furrowed as she began to realize her limbs felt further and further away, her vision going spotted in the corners and then blurry.
She should have stayed with Exist.
She shouldn’t have let her pride keep her chin up as if nothing was wrong.
She knew the limits of her gift. She should have known that she couldn’t have battled against a disease planted by the dark god himself without repercussion—even when bolstered by her sister’s strength.
She was paying the price now.
She swayed as she walked and fell against a tree, breathing heavily.
The world around her began to spin and then tilt dangerously before the darkness that had simmered just below the surface finally rose up to claim her. She leaned heavily against the tree and then slid down to the damp ground, exhaling as her head flung to the side, the crimson of her mane haloing her slack face.
it started with a perfect kiss, then we could feel the poison set in
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