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Neue was sick.
That in itself had been fairly obvious for the past few days, ever since he'd come back from gift giving with scratches and a nasty bite on his shoulder that already smelled like it'd gone completely sour with infection. With as much as the tabby groaned and moaned about a killer headache and how much he tried to sleep it off without it working, it wasn't really suprising that Neue had come down with some kind of illness. No, it was it did to him that was the concerning part. For a while, it concerned him too, until an impenetrable, stubborn fog shrouded his mind and slowed his thoughts down to an almost complete halt.
At first, it really had just been an annoying and uncomfortable fever. Nothing much that he couldn't ignore with a little water and a little sleep.. but it'd very quickly progressed into much, much worse: a horrible headache that honestly just made him feel more unbearably off and strange than it pain. Then came his throat, hot and swollen; it spasmed as he tried feebly to swallow part of a scrawny bird he'd caught. He'd nearly choked on the piece. Similarly, water did very little to soothe anything. It made his throat burn more, and even if he tried to grit his way through it, he couldn't swallow. Couldn't even swallow his own spit. He drooled obscenely instead, the frothing liquid bubbling around his maw. Food and water sounded awful. All he wanted to do was hide and sleep it off.
He was sick, and not the kind of sick you would get better from, and in all honesty, Neue felt like he was dying.
So, he'd hid, tucked away under a blackberry bush. It was a bit odd, a little demeaning to hide under a bush like this, but he was alone; just what he wanted. And alone he stayed until some poor sad sack managed to notice that he was laying under the bush. It wasn't anyone he knew: a short white cat with a kind voice that grated on his nerves, claws on a chalkboard.
" Buddy, are you alright? " a lax meow drew him out of whatever half-conscious state had consumed his foggy mind; the red in his eyes was nothing but a small ring around his dilated pupils. Neue only stared at this stranger, his train of thought slowed down to a pathetic crawl. A part of him wanted to lash out at him for getting anywhere near him. Pitiful green eyes stared back out at him, a kind and patient smile painted across his maw " Hey, geez.. you.. you look pretty sick. C'mon, let's get you some help. " The voice was kind, but oh-so irritating. He wanted to be alone.
Neue growled. His teeth were bared in some disgusting display of slobber and yellowing fangs. The offending stranger backed up, but did not stand down or go away like he had wanted him too. Perhaps determined to help, he crouched back down to try and coax him out from the shadows of the berry bush he was curled under, one big paw covering his maw, wet with saliva and froth.
The alabaster tabby kept pushing and prodding for him to come out, as kind and as gentle as one could be when dealing with someone as obviously distressed and aggressive as he was. Every word grated against his mind, every nudge of a slim paw set his nerves alight with something. It was simply, too much, and Neue lashed out, all claws and teeth and frothing spit, an undeniable, unreasonable rage in his eyes. The offending white cat jerked backwards on reflex, Neue's claws grazing his forelimb instead. Fear reflected in those kind forest hues as he backed away from him, before he turn and fled from the ill tabby.. but Neue, heavier, stronger than him, crashed into the lanky white cat before he could get too far. Growling, gutteral noises rumbling in his swollen throat and his burning lungs, Neue sunk his teeth into his throat, unforgiving, malicious; every muscle in his body was taut and tense with the intent to kill. The cat was dead before he really knew it, and the heftier of the two tumbled off of him, almost collapsing as his hind legs nearly slid out from under him.
Neue stared at what he'd done, his expression numb and unreadable, as if he didn't really know what had just happened, before he started to skitter and stumble away from it.
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ok so. heres the dealio:
— neue has rabies. he is disorientated and very very aggressive. rabid, if you would
— yes, someone's gonna have to kill him. can't get around it, sorry! he'll come back, though!
— due to how rabies is spread, feel free to auto-dodge all the attacks...unless, you want your muse to get rabies too? then that's fine! coolio! rabies outbreak! v: just kbow that rabies cannot be cured in animals. it almost always kills
— and finally, BYE NEUe u shit
basics
neue aster — blizzardclan — feral cat, overweight pale tabby w/ dark stripes & red eyes — wears a red collar studded with cat & dog teeth — on the ace/aro spectrum
interactions
attack in red comic sans ms or risk being ignored — difficult physically, easy mentally — telekinesis, teleportation, shapeshifting ( skeletal wyvern ) — pm for kill or capture
other
generalized anxiety disorder, social anxiety, ptsd. narcoleptic.
basically just underfell sans
