DREAD IN MY HEART / open, suicide attempt

[— MALKYN.]

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I AM NOT A GOOD THING
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Malkyn had been lounging just outside of camp, but the sudden fluctuation in temperature right by her and the gust of cold air had the blind hound jerking up from her side, short fur standing up in defense and a growl forming in her throat. Not even a few minutes later, the same feeling goes shooting by her and her clicking grows loud, volatile, aggressive as the blind hound struggles to get a grip on what was happening around her. Her ears press forward in an alerted and uneasy position, following the cold air until she's listening to Morgan grunt and move something around, ripping up something else and then it's quiet. "What are you doing?"

Part of her feels useless not being able to see what's going on, the other part isn't listening to her other senses that scream at the smell of nightshade lingering on Malphas' fur. She's still adjusting to life without her.. eyes, being completely blind unless Talia was standing next to her side giving her an image through the bond. She frowns slightly when there isn't a response, clicking again to get a vague image of someone laying on the ground and Morgan standing next to him, torn pieces of some kind of plant at their feet. Too blurry of an image and she can't-- she can't understand what's happening.

Besides the fact that it was something medical. Medicine she knew, but not when she was in the dark and in unfamiliar territory with different, mutated herbs and plants. Regardless of her lack of vision, the hound is still useless in the situation, with the bare minimum senses she's actually paying attention to.

[ this is so...... Rushed oops ]

MALKYN RHODES — ALPHA HELLHOUND — TANGLEWOOD ROGUE — TAGS