losing my mind | checking for disease

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  • Kheleesos A.S - High Sage - Tags

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    The black unicorn stallion stood outside the medical tree that stood right beside the storage with all of the herbs. "Everyone please gather here infront of me. Sit or stand at least two feet apart from eachother." Khel didn't want to cause panic in the Kin but he knew that he had to tell them the truth of this grave situation. "The Exiles as brought diseased rats to our borders. Prey could have already been infected. Everyone must get checked for symptoms of the disease. If you notice or feel anything strange please come here immediately for treatment. We can not risk infecting more people." His voice was grim and dark but still clear and audible. Feelings swirled around in his chest, dark and ominous. This would be a hard time for the Kin, but they must survive. A war would be coming, they had to stay strong and alert. The exiles had just begun. "Symptoms can be everything from a headache to a rash or even just feeling light-headed."


    He had prepared some remedies that he thought could work out on the plague but it wasnt for certain. He didn't know how this disease worked and he didnt know a definite cure for it. Trial and error would be the way to go here, luck would be crucial for success. Death waited behind every corner and no one was safe. Dhelrog himself would twitch in his sleep if he got to know what horrors the Exiles had brought.

  • TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR —

    Zez was not sick. The male would come at the call and stand to the side. Eyes on the healer and concern in his features. Those Exiles are trouble..


    speaking thinking

                   

    — SOMETHING THAT WILL LIGHT THOSE EARS


  • He joined the two others, sitting two feet apart like the High Sage had said. The polar bear himself had felt the symptoms crawling in but that was fine to him. He was sure he’d be fine.

           


  • Sugarplum scampered over to where the others had begun gathering around the outside of the medical tree. she watched kheleesos with wide eyes. disease?


    those wretched, good-for-nothing exiles had put her and those that she cared about in harms way once again. this made the small rabbit furious. she just wished she could do something about it.


    she had not felt any symptoms yet, which was a wonderful sign. she figured that she could help the group out by doing some research on this disease. so, after her checkup, she would go sort through all of her books until she found all of the information that she needed, and she would bring it back to kheleesos. she just hoped that the group would survive this.

    WALKING IN A WINTER WONDERLAND

  • Wenceslas had escaped contact with the rats, and he expressed no symptoms - but he was glad to be here anyway, hoping against hope that no Circler had caught the plague brought by the Exiles. It upset him greatly that they had been so carelessly cruel to the Circle, and that they were trying to obfuscate their historically brutal identity by doing such things as exiling child-killers and striving for alliances with the Heights. But of course, in this group no one knew about that, and he would not share it - instead he would distance himself from his Clanmates and stand with mixed anxiety and patience, feeling a bit like a bull or a ram being inspected before sale. "Thank you for doing this, Kheleesos." the Marshall murmured, nodding in quiet appreciation.


    page and monarch, forth they went biography

  • Kheleesos A.S - High Sage - Tags

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    Quietly looking and inspecting all of the gathered Kin infron of him he stopped and turned to walk back to the middle of the place again. "All of you look fairly healthy so thats a plus, no contact with the diseased prey I reckon. You will still have to be careful with the prey and as I said before: If you notice or feel anything strange please come here immediately for treatment. This is crucial."He looked up and his tired gaze hovered over all of them for a few seconds. "Be calm however, I am doing my best to find a cure for this disease and I'm sure it will be ready in time. Now, has anyone experianced headaches or anything else that could point towards being infected?" Pausing for a moment when he saw Wenceslas approaching he nodded towards the marshall as a greeting. "It is my duty to the clan," he replied and inclined his head respectfully.

    Kheleesos himself had started to feel a bit dizzy this morning and it worried him deeply. It might just have been the fact that he hadnt slept for 24 hours or it might be that he'd been infected by one of the rats when he had helped Atlas. A quarantine would have to be set up in order to not speard the dreadful plague and minimizing the infections... And the deaths.

  •         “Headaches, runny nose. I assume it’s just a cold.” He murmured to the High Sage. He did assume it could also be the disease since it had started after he had fought the rats but he was praying that it wasn’t.

           


  • Kheleesos A.S - High Sage - Tags

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    Khel squinted his eyes. "I guess we'll just see if it gets worse for now. I'd like you to stay away from hugging or being too close to other people until we know its not the disease." And I guess I'll do the same. He had started to feel something in his stomach, a growing pain over the last few days as well as dizzyness.


    /rush