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Post by Akante on Sept 12, 2010 14:06:34 GMT -5
HOOPLA
[[Yay. he's back. And please be aware of his slight design change... he is now DARKER. And I will have an explination just so that it isn't all 'oh, he was dark, just as always, blahblah.']]The ill returns to life His eyes began to peek open, that faint shimmer returning, for the first time in months, to his pale green orbs. They seemed paler than usual. And perhaps they were. He'd enclosed himself in the darkest depths of the Catacombs for so long. He hadn't wanted anyone's company. He had loathed the idea of hearing anyone's voice. He cringed at the idea of even exiting the dark confinements of those thick, humid caves. No, he had stayed there for months. And it was only last week that he had emerged, only to find himself crawling back to his own den to whine away his ailment. What had had him under its claws? What had come over him? Grumbling, the timber brute closed his eyes, the light in them disappearing.
It was dusk, the sun had passed over the line of trees in the distance. The Immune could feel the chill of nighttime come over the land, the deep blue carpet covering itself over the territory. Another short grumble, and there was a stir in his curled up body. His forepaws pulled themselves out from being tucked in, and his tail pulled away from cradling his dark belly. His eyes opened again, glaring outside with the previously-absent intensity returning after so long. There was intent in his eyes, passion. He had something to do right now, and nothing could stop him. Not even his passing illness. His hind legs uncoiled, getting themselves up with the forepaws following. He held his head down low until his whole body stood tall, and slowly lifted it up to gaze out into the darkening Imperium land. Snorting, the brute took a step forward. He had to do this... it was necessary.
He emerges from the depths of darkness
The near-black mouth of the cave hid its resident well, until he took his first step outside in so long. The wolf looked destroyed. Famished. Ill. Disgusting. His ribs were visible, though his thick pelt did its best to hide most of them. His pelt was horridly matted, thick and clumped. There was an essence of sickness that hung around him. And considering his rank, it was a particularly terrifying essence. An atmosphere so thick and frightening that one might choke on it. But he stood tall, his head held far out, his eyes glaring wherever he looked. He was full of purpose. He wouldn't let anything distract him until he got done what he needed done. "Sovereign..." He needed Summanos, he needed his powerful leader with him. Now. Right now. Whether or not he had noticed the Immune's absence, and hopefully he did, Hoopla needed and wanted to talk to him. He needed to explain himself... and ask for something... With his first few steps out of his den accomplished, the timber looked around, his bangs drooping over as always. The land looked no different than it had before. The moon of the gods shone down, blessing the land with the purest of light. Green eyes gazed up to the sky, noting the number and brilliance of the stars present. But none of that mattered at the moment. There was business that needed tending to.
The shadow creeps amongst its moon
The dark grey wolf began his slow descent down his hill. Past the red and white oak trees. He adored his den, atop the entirety of Imperium. He could look out from on top of his den and gaze onto all of the territory. It was a sight to see. Stumbling on his first few steps, the Immune gradually strode downhill until his graceful stride kicked in. He could feel the weakness in his muscles. He could feel the heat on wrapping itself around his neck and forehead. He was still sick, but nowhere near as badly as before. He wouldn't get anyone else sick, now, so it had to be now that he did this. His eyes glared, the anger present. Anger towards himself. His paws resented each step he took, the strain on his leg muscles more and more apparent with every step. He had to stop himself from falling forward once or twice, but it wasn't long before he clumsily slowed down, nearing the more social areas of the pack. Close to the Sovereign's den. He looked around. He couldn't see anyone, but that didn't mean that no one was around. Auds swivelled around a full three-sixty turn before sitting down, his hind legs rejoicing. He let out a morose bark, a request for the Sovereign. Hoopla had some explaining to do... if his appearance wasn't explanation enough.
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Post by Akante on Sept 12, 2010 14:13:24 GMT -5
WHITERAINE
The night air was calm, cooler too, than normal at least. Each breath seemed a relief from the heat that had radiated into her den from the daytime. It was cold, refreshing, filling her lungs with pleasure once again, it was hard being a black pelted wolf in the marshes in summer, thank god she was nocturnal. Slowly she licked her lips and rose from her sleeping position, stretching out her muscles and yawning a wide toothy yawn. There was an exhale of air then a snap as her yellow tinted teeth came together, then she was fully standing, a true blackblood height. Whiteraine wondered where her children were, they had went to find dens of their own and she was curious if they were going to get any good ones, but none of that now, something was stirring in the air and she wanted to check it out.
Pawstep by pawstep she made her way out of the den and into the main of Imperium, the moon just barely risen over the horizon, but the air was already calm and cool. She grinned and moved forward, thinking thoughts about nothing in general, a smell, her children, her deceased mate, the death of lady Aislin, the rise of Lance to counsul, her rise to Aedile. All the recent events of Imperium flashed in her mind, but they always went back to the death of Lady Aislin. The ex- head limitanei could still imagine the white and black female's mauled body and the alligator slinking away into the water. Everybody dashed madly at the beast while Acris came to mourn over his mate, she felt real pity for Acris, he had been her first friend in Imperium and the one to accept her. Her favorite leader too until his son took over, now he was nothing, shattered, old, heartbroken and Whiteraine knew the feeling of heartbreak, she then remembered losing Snowtorch.
No, no, she must keep her mind off him, like she always did, she much keep walking, keep tough. She nodded to herself and lifted her head high, traveling through Imperium, on a mission. Whiteraine had been going to speak with the Sovereign about new alliances and possibly uprooting from the marshes for more stable land. It was her job now, as Aedile, the foreign ambassator, to make alliances and search for new, better lands, so why not start early?
The aged noble made her way to Summanos' den, stepping with the same grace she had when she was young, even before she had met Snowtorch. Whiteraine was walking with life, that was until a scent hit her nose and brought her to a stop. It was a musty, sickly smell, it was certainly not right and should not be in Imperium should it? And it was entirely too close to the Sovereign's den, so she moved forward, taking in the scent. It smelt familiar the closer she got, someone of the pack, someone very sick, or had recently been sick. It was a smell she had smelt in the far back of the catacombs, something she or any of those who went into the catacombs would ever inspect, but now it was outside and she wanted to know who it was and why they were so close to the Sovereign' den.
"Sovereign."
The raspy sound of the sick wolf clicked into Whiteraine's mind, it was Hoopla, the head Immune. The Aedile had not seen him around lately but it made no sense for the best healer in the pack to be so deathly sick. Slowly she exhaled and came over a small hill to see him, sitting, sickly and thin, darker and almost lifeless. "Hoopla..." A tone of care, something she rarely expressed, especailly to someone she disliked as much as the Immune. "Qua have vos been? Ut did vos adepto infirmus?" Those were questions to be answered, spoken in a commanding voice, all the gentle nature of her compassion gone. Why had he just ran away without a word? He had some explaining to do.
Translations:
-Where have you been? When did you get sick?
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Post by Akante on Sept 12, 2010 14:13:55 GMT -5
SUMMANOS
Summanos was laying in his den, his wounds from the encounter with the crocodile were healing up nicely. No infection had set in but the male thought it would be wise to remain inactive for a few nights so not to make it any worse than it seemed. The large gashes in his ribs and foreleg were void of fur. The flesh was shiny in the faint light that drizzled into the entrance of the hollow tree. Those dim golden eyes could see tiny flecks of fur beginning to sprout and grow, it was a bit of relief to know that his body would not be scarred. A vain thought but Summanos was not eager to sport scars, it would only show others that he had been clumsy enough to get hurt. The Sovereign turned away from his wounds, his minding drifting away to Elvira, wondering where she had wandered off to and what she was doing. He hadn’t spoken with her since that night. When he had woken up later she was gone from his hollow. He couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased that she had listened to him, though something made him half-wish she had stayed till he had woken up.
He needed to stop his thoughts now and get back to dealing with Imperium.
Black swirled ears shot up at the sound of familiar bark. He lifted his head from those passive black dipped paws and looked towards the entrance to his den. He knew that howl, knew exactly who was calling him and now he grew irritated. That call reminded him that Hoopla had disappeared on them, He had shirked his duty as an Immune. White lips pulled back in annoyance as the massive creature rose up in his hollow shaking bits of dirt from his pelt. He stood there inside the tree for a moment letting his annoyance sizzle burn out. He got himself composed, his face freezing over as he stepped out of the hollow into the faint silver light. The Sovereign didn’t have to walk too far from his home before he spotted the Immune and Whiteraine at the bottom of the hill. His black tipped tail swayed behind him as he walked, raising up in dominance. As he got nearer he could make out more detail in Hoopla’s form, the thin frail body and the darker color of his pelt. The timber was sick and the Sovereign stopped a few feet away, watching him with a steely gaze. The Sovereign cocked his head to the side in a questioning manner of Hoopla's appearance he looked at the new Aedile wondering if she knew anything about his condition. She had arrived before him.
"Qua have vos been? Ut did vos adepto infirmus?"
It seemed she did not know as well, and Summanos looked to him for an answer. He didn’t speak yet just choosing to observe the infected. There had to be some reason for his sickness not just for how long, but he contracted it from something or someone. It was also up in the air if what Hoopla had was infectious to the rest of the pack and if that was the case, Summanos would be quick to isolate the Immune immediately to protect the rest of them from getting it. It wasn't a pleasant thought.
”Quam did vos adepto infirmus?”
[How did you get sick?]
He inquired his voice was serious but quiet as he spoke. He waited a few moments for an answer from the Immune before he spoke once again in the same tone, interrogating him.
"Can is emanio?"
[Can it spread?]
Surely the Immune with his vast knowledge in illnesses should know whether what he has will get others sick or not.
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Post by Akante on Sept 12, 2010 14:14:34 GMT -5
HOOPLA
His call echos, no turning back... He could feel the blood starting to rush through his body a bit more quickly now that he had sat down. He lowered his head in the small relief from the constant aching. His eyes were squinted, glaring at the ground, as if accusing it. But he knew that it wasn't the ground's fault, at least he didn't think so. In fact, it deeply puzzled the Immune. What had gotten him sick? He only had a few clues to lead him to the culprit, but they were almost too vague. Too vague to come to any sort of conclusion. He had his guesses, and then the big guess. The timber closed his eyes, there was simply too much running around in his mind, and he was too confused to sort it out any more than he already had. There was an uneasy silence in the air, the stoic air. It was still... unnatural. Looking up just the slightest bit, his green eyes shone brightly through his darkened bangs. They cast a cold, loathing stare into the darkness. Who. Is. There? He couldn't smell the obvious scent of the Sovereign... it was a female. Sighing, the male dropped his head down again. He knew who it was. But he didn't know how to react. Was she still the spiteful, obnoxious bitch she used to be? Or had her vacation from the troublesome Immune made her more reasonable? He sat there, silent, and still save for his twitching tail... Waiting...
Her voice breaks the silence, no turning back...
"Hoopla..." He almost flinched at her voice, her voice mentioning his name. There was no cruelty or disgust coming from her tongue... "Qua have vos been? Ut did vos adepto infirmus?" And there it was, again. That cold, harsh voice. He looked up, his bangs parting to either side. The light that shone in his pale, timber green eyes... they were not the same as they had been. There was a look, a look of, what seemed to be, fear. Fear, in his eyes. Uncertainty. Panic. He was not entirely sure as to what the answer to her last question... but he may as well answer the first while he mulled over the second. Inhaling deeply and shakily, the Immune straightened his stance, staring at the Limitanei. "Ego... Ego eram infirmus. Is eram nocens. Ego did non volo ut periculum quisquam alius reprehendo is... amo vos... vel Summanos." He exhaled quickly, feeling and then resisting the urge to cough. Stifling it, he looked down to the ground. He wasn't showing her submission. He had higher rank, damn it. Rather, it was... shame. He didn't know what it was, at least he wasn't completely sure. But he'd voice his opinion, his damn good professional opinion. "Ego sum non certus, Whiteraine... Tamen, Ego eran in Catacombs, per mancipium. Ego reputo is eram an aeger unus..." The worst part... "Ego reputo is est--"
The master comes... no turning back
”Quam did vos adepto infirmus?" He had been cut off by the Summanos. Shit. Auds lowered themselves as the voice of the Sovereign boomed. Hoopla looked up towards him, noting his sheer size and strength... and noting what he had become. Scrawny, skinny, sick... weak. The Immune swallowed, repeating what he had said to Whiteraine. "Ego puto is venit ex Catacombs, a infirmus mancipium addo in a morbus." How else had it gotten in there? Hoopla had been in the Catacombs for weeks, and then poof! He was sick. As soon as he left to go mull off the ailment in his den, he recovered. It made sense. And, considering the dumbfoundedness of Summanos and Whiteraine, Hoopla assumed that the other packmates didn't share any symptoms. Which meant one thing. It was brought into Imperium from the outside... the slaves. "Can is emanio?" At that, the timber's auds perked up, his eyes widening at his master. A moment's pause, and he sighed... "Etiam , meus Sovereign... Ego puto is est Vomica." At that, the brute froze. What happened next was entirely up to the two others present. Would they attack him? Kill him? Ask him more questions? Torture him? He should have told them earlier, but what would have happened if he did? Everyone else would have been exposed, perhaps even the Sovereign. In the Immune's mind, he had done the right thing. But, had the ailment, the Plague, clouded his judgment? Exhaling slowly, the black brute spoke up, attempting to explain a bit... "Ubi Ego venit down per symptoms , Ego eram etiam in specus. Ego felt quoque pallens moveo, meus lacertosus quod iunctura erant sic vomica quod rigor. Ego felt sic infirmus , etiamnunc sic ieiunium , tamen Ego could non habitum meus farina down. Totus Ego could operor eram sileo , capto exspecto is sicco. Ego could non periculum explicatus alius, sic Ego subsisto occultus, a sulum. ailment, pariter ut penuria of verus nutrition quod, puteus, questus sursum quod moving , causa a chemical unbalance. Meus fur est infusco hoc. Commodo agnosco, Ego subsisto absentis per meus sarcina optimus intentions animi..." The Immune leaned forwards, lowering his head to Summanos. Submission. "Tamen Ego eram etiam pallens. Vestigium mihi..." Bite him. Slash him. Give him the mark of punishment... He knew he deserved it.
["I... I got sick. It was bad. I did not want to risk anyone else catching it... like you... or Summanos..."] ["I'm not sure, Whiteraine... But I had been in the Catacombs, with the slaves. I think it was an infected one..."] ["I think it's--"] ["I believe it came from the Catacombs... a sick slave bringing in a disease..."] ["Yes, my Sovereign... I believe it is The Plague."] ["As soon as I came down with the symptoms, I was still in the caves. I felt too weak to move, my muscles and joints were so sore and stiff. I felt so sick, yet so hungry, but I could not hold my meals down. All I could do was rest, try to wait it out. I could not risk exposing others... so I stayed hidden, away from everyone. The ailment, as well as lack of proper nutrition and, well, getting up and moving, caused a chemical unbalance. My fur is blackened because of this... Please understand, I stayed away with my pack's best intentions at heart...."] ["... But I was still weak. Mark me..."]
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Post by Akante on Sept 12, 2010 14:15:45 GMT -5
WHITERAINE
Oh how pleased he seemed to see Whiteraine. She internally chuckled, keeping her face straight on the outside. He was still sick, and this worried Whiteraine, Hoopla seemed scared. And while she held no respect for the male he did know more than her when it came to healing, a diesase that frightened him was something that should worry the pack. Hopefully Hoopla would answer her questions fastly.
"Ego... Ego eram infirmus. Is eram nocens. Ego did non volo ut periculum quisquam alius reprehendo is... amo vos... vel Summanos. Ego sum non certus, Whiteraine... Tamen, Ego eran in Catacombs, per mancipium. Ego reputo is eram an aeger unus... Ego reputo is est--"
"”Quam did vos adepto infirmus?"
Whiteraine bowed to her Sovereign as he appeared. "Hail." She offered calmly, now was not the time for simple greetings so he would get no more than that. But she noted the savage scars on his side, seems somebody had been gone alligator hunting. Mostlikely in revenge for his mother's death. Gently she walked closer to him to examine the scars while Hoopla repeated what he had already said to her, about HER catacombs. But nobody down there was sick, even the slaves were in as good of health as they could be starved and with the lack of light for their bodies. It was not her catacombs and she would make sure of it.
"Can is emanio?"
"Etiam , meus Sovereign... Ego puto is est Vomica. Ubi Ego venit down per symptoms , Ego eram etiam in specus. Ego felt quoque pallens moveo, meus lacertosus quod iunctura erant sic vomica quod rigor. Ego felt sic infirmus , etiamnunc sic ieiunium , tamen Ego could non habitum meus farina down. Totus Ego could operor eram sileo , capto exspecto is sicco. Ego could non periculum explicatus alius, sic Ego subsisto occultus, a sulum. ailment, pariter ut penuria of verus nutrition quod, puteus, questus sursum quod moving , causa a chemical unbalance. Meus fur est infusco hoc. Commodo agnosco, Ego subsisto absentis per meus sarcina optimus intentions animi... Ego eram etiam pallens. Vestigium mihi..."
Whiteraine frowned. She had heard of the plauge and how deadly it could be. Immediatly she worried for her children and for Imperium. And the new members, that one female who was pregnant and her mate. She let her straight face go to more worry than she usually showed. This could get bad very quickly if they weren't all careful. She honestly didn't believe it would be her slaves, but if it had anything to do with the catacombs she would have to close them off from the pack and keep her slavers out. It made no sense that none of her slavers or slaves had gotten sick. "Can nos exspecto ut vix nostrum tantum immune huic pallens civitas?" It was only a suggestion, Summanos could do as he pleased, and if he wished to cut Hoopla he could. Gently she shifted and sat down, trying to act calm.
"Meus Imperium EGO certe certo vos ut is could non have been venalis. Nullus of lemma neque nec ullus of servitus es infirmus. Could is have been rodents in catacombs Hoopla? mancipium operor non eat lemma , nos iuguolo lemma pro mancipium can adepto ullus susicivus victus. Tardus servitus opinio reperio nonnullus mortuus could rats emanio is? Si sic tunc illic could exsisto a fatigo." The Aedile frowned again, hoping that if it was the rats they had not gotten out of the catacombs yet. That they could be stopped before reaching Imperium, because if they did it would spread fast. Food supplies and dead members.
"Vero , nullus of servitus es infirmus ex is. Would is exsisto possible ut constructum immunity si nos have been illic adeo? Vos rare paro paws in catacombs meus immune." She made sure the 'my' was in there, trying to gradually hint her rise in ranks.
Translations:
- Can we wait to scar our only immune in this weak state?
-My Sovereign, I assure you it was not my slaves. All the slaves and slavers are in good health. Could it have been rats Hoopla? There are many down there, we kill them before the slaves can eat them. Lately we have found some dead, however we assumed they died from starvation. If it is this could be a problem...
-However, none of my slavers are sick. Is it possible to built up immunity since we are always down there. You rarely place your paws in the catacombs my immune.
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Post by Akante on Sept 12, 2010 14:16:19 GMT -5
BARKODE
It was a nice night indeed and the young boy was searching for his mother. It had seemed so long since he had crossed paths with the white backed wolfess, his Aedile mother. Eversince the death of Lady Aislin on that fateful, he hadn't seen anyone much. To be quite frank, Barkode was slowly falling into a pit of depression. He was in the midst of the Krypetia and so far, lonielness had sunken him into a hole of doubt. It seemed that Lance had skipped over his demand to join the miltary so another time would be spent, waiting in vain for a comminson.
Not anymore.
The blackblood yearling blinked his milk blue eyes, glowing faintly in the night. Stars glittered, their brillance insulting. Somewhere, his father lay with Praesdium. The absentee father, the one who had died before his birth.
If only the death had been avoided.
Voices reached his brown ears, tickling the soft fur inside. His mothers. The Sovergeins. Hoopla, the long missing Immune's voice. Where had he been? Skiving off? Trotting towards the little gathering, intent on speaking to his mother. He was a man now, wouldn't be shooed off like a common criminal.
Everyone looked remotly worried, including Hoopla. The diffrence was, he was skinny and hagard, the smell of sick drifting over him like death. "Greetings Hoopla , spes vos es sensus teres. Sovergein nice video vidi visum vos iterum. Greetings Era Whiteraine."
Greetings Hoopla, hope you are feeling fine. Sovergein, plesant to see you again. Greetings Lady Whiteraine.
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Post by Akante on Sept 12, 2010 14:16:43 GMT -5
SUMMANOS
Summanos listened to Hoopla speak explaining himself to him, the way he spoke the Sovereign wondered if he was scared of him or what he would do. The Sovereign was not going to harm the Immune no, he had no reason to given the explanation for his disappearance. It seemed Hoopla had done what was best for the pack in the circumstances he was in, staying away was the best decision made. The male had to commend him, there were some who might not have done the same. Yet Summanos made no motion to approach Hoopla still. He kept himself rooted away from the dark male, unsure if he himself might catch something from him. He could not afford to fall ill, knowing his own luck some beast would come to try and remove Imperium from its home something he could not allow. He turned his head to spy Barkode approaching them. His eyes lingered on the yearling briefly, remembering the night he had come across the child when his two siblings had run off.
He turned back to Hoopla ignoring the greetings from the yearling. This was a serious matter one that needed to be dealt with before pleasantries were exchanged. Imperium could be at risk as a whole.
Praesidium you love to test us don't you.
"Est illic quisquam futurus perfectus ut subsisto is?"
[Is there anything to be done to stop it?]
He inquired, Hoopla would be the one to know the answer. No one else must catch this sickness, and be plagued like the Immune had. If Flark or Acris caught it, he only imagined how long they would last if there was no immediate cure. The pack was blessed for now for not having any children younger than Barcode and Style. Pups surely would not be able to survive any sickness.
"Es vos etiam contagio?"
[Are you still contagious?]
This is what needed to be answered. If the disease could be spread from Hoopla to others than the Immune needed to quarentined until it could be sure that no one else would be at risk from exposure. His ears flicked back, gaze now narrowed on the green eyed male. He finally unrooted himself from his perch and began to circle the male at a comfortable distance. He needed answers, quick, and Hoopla better know whether he is still contagious or not.
"Meus Imperium EGO certe certo vos ut is could non have been venalis. Nullus of lemma neque nec ullus of servitus es infirmus. Could is have been rodents in catacombs Hoopla? mancipium operor non eat lemma , nos iuguolo lemma pro mancipium can adepto ullus susicivus victus. Tardus servitus opinio reperio nonnullus mortuus could rats emanio is? Si sic tunc illic could exsisto a fatigo."
Whiteraine's comment rang true. It seemed Hoopla was the only one sick. He paused in his encirclement and looked to the new Aedile.
"Si is est rats , tunc quis aeger lemma? Si Limitanei have vero constructum sursum an immunity , tunc EGO postulo lemma futurus ones ut dispono of ullus rodents down illic. Attero suum cubile , quod planto catacombs inhabitabilis sibimet."
[If it is the rats, then what infected them? If the Limitanei have indeed built up an immunity, then I need them to be the ones to dispose of any rodents down there. Destroy their nests, and make the catacombs uninhabitable to them.]
Action needed to be taken. Summanos looked to Hoopla, the Immune might be able to explain why the slavers have not gotten sick and if indeed it was possible for them to have an immunity.
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Post by Akante on Sept 12, 2010 14:17:35 GMT -5
HOOPLA
The moon seemed to fade, darkening the skies. Hoopla, his neck held out, began to ache. Holding himself in this position was awkward, and he didn't exactly have that much strength to spare. Still, he held still, though he was sure that on the inside, his body was shaking. Pale green eyes, now even paler than before, glanced up towards his Sovereign. The blackblood male did nothing, his cold, contemplative gaze seeming to burn the Immune to bits. Ever since his lips had spat out the word 'plague', there seemed to be a painfully silent atmosphere. The terror that lingered in the air, it breathed its cold breath down the timber's spine, causing him to shudder. Or perhaps it was just his fever receding that caused that... The Immune, his breathing heavy, turned his gazed over to Whiteraine, his body still. Even she seemed firghtened, her eyes reflecting the fear that had dwelled within his own for weeks upon weeks. She knew of the danger that was presented to the pack, as did he and Summanos. Why was it that this was happening? What injustice had taken place that had angered Praesidium? One, two, three seconds passed by, with each one seeming to last an hour. The tension, the horror, it made the air seem as cold as the highest mountains. It was then, of course, that Barkode stumbled in. He seemed to ignore the fear in the air as his casual voice filled the silence. "Greetings Hoopla , spes vos es sensus teres. Sovergein nice video vidi visum vos iterum. Greetings Era Whiteraine." Hoopla shifted glances from Barkode to Whiteraine, Summanos, and back to Whiteraine. He, himself, had no intention of replying. If the formidable atmosphere hadn't settled in on the pup just yet, then perhaps it would very, very soon. Green eyes then shifted to his Sovereign, having felt the powerful golden glare settle on him for quite some time.
Build up the fort, ready to troops.
"Est illic quisquam futurus perfectus ut subsisto is?" Hoopla sighed, assuming that Summanos's question was his way of refusing to mark the Immune. Lifting his head, he looked at the groud before returning his leader's gaze, the unusual sensation of fear still circulating through his body. "Nostrum tantum spes procul is cuspis est praestolor is sicco. Semoveo aeger, rudimentum sano lemma. Spes ut is fades absentis velociter..." Not a second passed until he continued, "Es vos etiam contagio?" Proud of his answer this time, Hoopla raised his head ever so slightly higher. "Haud, tamen Ego sum etiam in recuperatio." It was then that the grey, black, and blue blackblood began to circle Hoopla, his gaze falling heavily unto the Immune's shoulders, seeming to weigh him down. Hungry, mangy, and frail, Hoopla lowered himself into what seemed like a crouch, but, with his tail curled around his body, represented a more submissive stance. He did not keep eye contact with Summanos, having his head be still as his gaze was set in front of him, watching Whiteraine from his peripherals. He could see her contemplative look, her eyes studying him and the Summanos. Her comment before, about not having the Sovereign mar Hoopla, made him feel a bit more confident in the she-wolf. Were they two different people, both having changed for the better? That is what usually happens to a group in times of trouble...
Send in the troops, now, and have them win.
"Meus Imperium Ego certe certo vos ut is could non have been venalis. Nullus of lemma neque nec ullus of servitus es infirmus. Could is have been rodents in catacombs Hoopla? mancipium operor non eat lemma , nos iuguolo lemma pro mancipium can adepto ullus susicivus victus. Tardus servitus opinio reperio nonnullus mortuus could rats emanio is? Si sic tunc illic could exsisto a fatigo. Vero , nullus of servitus es infirmus ex is. Would is exsisto possible ut constructum immunity si nos have been illic adeo? Vos rare paro paws in Catacombs meus Immune." His auds perked, noting the faint hints that she was sending. Her slaves? Before he could think of what that meant, his mind was set to work. He thought for a few seconds, could it be the rats? Not the slaves? Rats were definately more bountiful, so it definately increased the chance of disease sneaking into the territory. He nodded, "Rats would exsisto magis amo Whiteraine. Suum amplus numerus proventus chance of lemma induco morbus, quod of lemma emanio is..." Before he could take a breath, the Summanos stepped in; Hoopla turned to him, catching the cold, hard gaze that took the figure of golden eyes. "Si is est rats , tunc quis aeger lemma? Si Limitanei have vero constructum sursum an immunity , tunc EGO postulo lemma futurus ones ut dispono of ullus rodents down illic. Attero suum cubile , quod planto catacombs inhabitabilis sibimet." Everything rested on Hoopla's shoulders, now, and he sunk lower to the ground. He felt interrogated, under pressure, as if he were a prisoner. He knew this wasn't the case, but the sensation still remained. He gulped, looking down at the ground to think this through. If no one else had contracted the disease, then perhaps the rats never even got it here. Elsewhere, maybe? Some place where they went scavanging for food? And why were the Limitanei not getting sick? There seemed to be a few answers, and some made more sense than others. After no more than a minute, Hoopla looked up, casting a glance at Barkode, then Whiteraine, and settled on Summanos. He pulled himself together, trying to feel the strength and confidence that he used to harbor so well.
"Il rats may have gotten is ex parasites vel insect morsus. They may non have substrictus is in Imperium, sententia." He glanced at Whiteraine, and then back to Summanos. "Il Limitanei may non exsisto infirmus quoniam they erant prothoplastus proficiscor down in Catacombs, quod simplex constructum sursum an immunity ex suum immodicus vicis down illic. Vel forsitan quispiam in suum prosapia had quod revoco ex Vomica, quod obduco immunity tenus lemma. Ego can non narro pro certus quare they es non infirmus... tamen is est a miracle ut they pulvis." He remained absolutely still, not budging an inch. Not flickering his tail, twitching his auds, not even permitting a sneeze to rise.
["Our only hope at this point is to wait it out. Isolate the infected, attempt to heal them. Hope that it fades away quickly..."] ["No, but I am still in recovery."] ["Rats would be more likely, Whiteraine. Their larger numbers increase the chance of them introducing the disease, and of them spreading it..."] ["The rats may have gotten it from parasites or insect bites. They may not have contracted it in Imperium, though."] ["The Limitanei may not be sick because they were the first to travel down in the Catacombs, and simply built up an immunity from their excessive time down there. Or perhaps someone in their family had and recovered from the Plague, and passed the immunity down to them. I can not say for sure why they are not sick... but it is a miracle that they aren't."]
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Post by Akante on Sept 12, 2010 14:18:00 GMT -5
WHITERAINE
She sat and watched as Hoopla explained himself to the Sovereign, in the back of her mind the Aedile thought Summanos' question of Hoopla still being contagious slightly idotic. However those thoughts would stay locked away, he had no understanding of healing and sickness, therefore she would not blame him. And she sat there, simply watching as they spoke. Soon thereafter her son, Barkode appeared, greeting them, obviously he had not picked up on the tension in the air, the Aedile flicked her tail to silence him. If he wished to stay, he would sit and stay out of the way, this was not the time for trivial greetings and causal talk. The white and black wolf knew the danger that could fall to Imperium if this diesease dare spread itself.
Her comments about the rats and vermin in the catacombs seemed to ring to in Hoopla's ears and he responded quickly, agreeing with her.
"Rats would exsisto magis amo Whiteraine. Suum amplus numerus proventus chance of lemma induco morbus, quod of lemma emanio is..."
"Si is est rats , tunc quis aeger lemma? Si Limitanei have vero constructum sursum an immunity , tunc EGO postulo lemma futurus ones ut dispono of ullus rodents down illic. Attero suum cubile , quod planto catacombs inhabitabilis sibimet."
The Immune seemed slightly tense, as if worried, but then again Whiteraine couldn't blame him, with the Sovereign's interrogation methods she would have been frightened too. Then Whiteraine nodded to Summanos, knowing that immediate actions were to be taken place, she then turned her gaze to Barkode. "puer EGO postulo vos praecessi ut catacombs quod dico servitus ut satus caedes rats quod attero cubile. Don't invado , dico lemma vobis , iussu Imperium quod Aedile si they sumo non exaudio vos. Tunc dico vestri sanctimonialis quod Hype moror a lemma."
It would give him something to do and would put things into action immediatly. Then she paused and turned back to Hoopla and Summanos.
"servitus can satus , tunc nos can adepto magis res organized. Nos postulo ut possibly operor pulex thermae Hoopla? Quod quis of Lykos quod Akeem's nunc nascor liberi?" Then she paused, it was up to Summanos what to do from there.
Translations:
-Boy. I need you to go to the catacombs and tell the slavers to start killing rats and destroying nests. Don't go in, call them to you, by order of the Sovereign and Aedile if they choose not to listen to you. Then tell your sister and Hype to stay away from them.
-The slavers can start, then we can get more things organized. We need to possibly do flea baths Hoopla? And what of Lykos and Akeem's soon to be born children?
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