Well at least the golden had finally found a place warm enough in the god forsake frozen hell. Too bad he still felt like hell. The sickness which swirled inside him from that damned fruit still had hold over him. He had been in these caves once before and remembered some rooms were warmer. So hoping to find a warm place in which to rest and let whatever pained him eat him away, the gold had set out to find the caves again. Eating him away was exactly what it felt like was happening. Though flies still buzzed about his ears and his shoulders and hips were laced with bites and nips and whelps from biting and hitting them, the newest symptom was worse? If that was even possible. It had begun this morning when he felt his stomach light and sickened, like when he was nervous (which of course he never was). Now he could tell exactly what it was. The flies were inside him. Shivering, but no longer from the bites, he revolts as he can imagine feeling each fly buzz about his barrel, hitting walls and pinching his tender insides. At first it had caused him to lie without moving, but then he had thought of the caves. So dragging himself here he was. But he wasn’t alone.

Curious at the voice which yells out interrupting what had been a fine sleep, the gold rises, shakily and stumbles across the cave floor to find the turkey pacing. Reaching around to adjust his wolf hide, which he never seems to be without these days, the golden readies to turn and leave the bird to her moaning. That was until she turns to an egg. Harks pick forward as a soft call seems to rise out from the small thing. No, couldn’t be. Turning the gold moves to head further back into the caves to sleep, but the call barks at him with sharp reproach. Harks pin back and he moves to look into the room again. It calls again softly and gently and this time he can not ignore the pull it has. He knows what he must do. Pulling at his cloak the gold leaves the room, but he’ll not leave the call unanswered, nor let the egg satisfy the hungry bird.

Coming back in the golden shakes with the gold and his ears hang loose, earth eyes narrow, like he was sickened. Then again, he was sick. The cold made his condition all the worse. Dragging his head up though he knew if he wanted to answer the call of the egg he must prevent its unfortunate line-up in the courses. So dragging along what he had found the gold finally fully enters the room, a fake smile, though worn and weary, tries to hide what sick gagging he actually felt. “What shall I cook for you dear madame?” Tassled tail whacks the bites on his side sending those in his insides a buzz. A low moan rolls out but he silences it quickly before it is herd. Now if only he could silence that eternal, infernal buzzing. The call whispers to him though, and he almost can feel a peace moving over his weary body. Curious.


OOC :: Looking for a Ceryndr with Dark Mist
Wishlist
Refusal 1
Refusal 2

Brought:: Corn, chicken eggs, Sugar, Flour, Beans, Milk, Carolina Reaper Pepper (insanely hot pepper)

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