[Karlos]

➛ hawkkit ;
; they/them | three moons.

--it had gotten worse. it had gotten so, so much worse. they felt so yuck. so gross. a headache pounded through their skull, intense shivers gripping at their body as they managed to crawl into the medicine den. they weren't the only one here, whether that was good… or bad. their mouth hung slightly open, quite clearly dry. their tongue, cracked and almost bloody, seemed almost glued to the bottom of their mouth. hawkkit only just managed to speak past the tremors; “w-w-where's… c-cowt-t-tuft…?” they mustered, before collapsing into a mossy nest. they were just… exhausted, really. their body, drained and tired, could barely handle having to fight off such an awful illness.

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