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itinere2015-04-17 04:18 pm
gunsgowoof) wrote in itinere2015-04-17 04:18 pm
Oversized wolf pup splice is cranky - Open
Truth of the matter was, as long as Jupiter was in this place, Caine wasn't entirely hating it. He'd love to have Stinger there as well, but it was safe here, and they didn't have to worry about Jupiter's not quite children.
At least that was his thought right until he found himself sick. Beyond the sickness some splice's endured, there was not much that made them sick without intentionally introducing such things into their system. It was part of the genetic engineering that created them, making perfect warriors and soldiers that wouldn't even need sick days unless wounded.
It was why, as it started, Caine wasn't even sure what to think about it. Coughing had only ever happened when he was exposed to smoke or other toxins. Sneezing much the same. As it started, he was confused by dismissive of it.
Now though, he was pretty sure he was dying! That was the only answer. Why else was he hacking so hard he was sure he separated his ribs, his nose brilliant red from blowing it, eyes red rimmed and his skin looking pale and sickly. Even his wings looked sickly, hanging limp against his back, looking dull and sort of a mud brown rather than their regular rich mink shade.
Caine though was trying not to let it get him down. Which meant trying to work out, to keep the perimeter he had set for himself and Jupiter, and to monitor for the arrival of anyone that they were still hiding from. All the while looking just about like he was going to fall over, his gait rather crooked as he paused often.
At least he wasn't still trying to fly. Not after crashing on the beach during a coughing fit.
At least that was his thought right until he found himself sick. Beyond the sickness some splice's endured, there was not much that made them sick without intentionally introducing such things into their system. It was part of the genetic engineering that created them, making perfect warriors and soldiers that wouldn't even need sick days unless wounded.
It was why, as it started, Caine wasn't even sure what to think about it. Coughing had only ever happened when he was exposed to smoke or other toxins. Sneezing much the same. As it started, he was confused by dismissive of it.
Now though, he was pretty sure he was dying! That was the only answer. Why else was he hacking so hard he was sure he separated his ribs, his nose brilliant red from blowing it, eyes red rimmed and his skin looking pale and sickly. Even his wings looked sickly, hanging limp against his back, looking dull and sort of a mud brown rather than their regular rich mink shade.
Caine though was trying not to let it get him down. Which meant trying to work out, to keep the perimeter he had set for himself and Jupiter, and to monitor for the arrival of anyone that they were still hiding from. All the while looking just about like he was going to fall over, his gait rather crooked as he paused often.
At least he wasn't still trying to fly. Not after crashing on the beach during a coughing fit.