Snippet #2697873

Akhira felt her resistance, all that was herself, fall away as she bent to engulf more of the food. A sickening feeling made her clench up, made her queasy. She had no thoughts, nothing except for the feel of bone crunching between her powerful jaws. She didn't stop to really chew her few, only to devour as much as possible. A thing that soon became painful as the teeth of this form were not made for such things. It wasn't until nearly all the food was gone that she felt it. A pain twist inside her small body, a sickening feeling that was enough to stop her hands which were mid-way to her mouth, full of meat. Her throat felt course, like she had just eaten nothing but pine cones for days, and it didn't help that her stomach was clenched in an all too familiar way.

When Akhira lifted her gaze to Anton's smiling one, it wasn't one with victory at how she had somehow been able to stop the compulsion that had been placed on her. It was an agonized one, one that was way too familiar with the action that followed such a look. With a quickness that belied her ill look, she turned to the side to vomit up the food she just eaten.

Akhira knew the drill with this, and had pulled her hair back so as to keep it from getting dirtied by her own stomach contents. She continued vomiting for several minutes, the agonized expression still on her face when she finally stopped. Spitting out the taste of bile in her mouth, she stayed hunched over on the side of the bed, in a direction faced away from the audience she had just remembered. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand and continued like that for awhile, feeling as if she had just had her insides ripped out. Not to mention having lost whatever dignity to she had.

The absence of Blackfire at this moment, really hit her hard. It created a feeling of free falling with broken wings. A scary experience indeed. It reminded her of the time she got sick in the colony place.

The sickness had last a fortnight already, and at the worst time ever. They had just been wandering through a small some-what city like colony of humans. It was not the best environment to contain a sickly dragon, especially one like her, and Blackfire had complained about it during her first few days of illness. She had set the tavern they had been staying at, on fire several times and nearly transformed into her skin a few times. It was a good thing that Blackfire had been there to mentally force her to stay in her small human shape. Although these things weren't as bad as when Blackfire realized, that food would be a difficult thing to acquire for her since some human foods had a tendency to make her sick. And to get enough of that specific food that didn't get her sick to keep her from going berserk for days on end in such a small place? Impossible!

"Well, I guess peaches are no good." Blackfire commented casually as he held her up, keeping her from falling into a bucket of her own vomit. Her jaw had distended and her skin had become a sickly pale blue, especially around her mouth. It was a ghastly sight. She had stopped then, and had given her mentor a look full of hate. "I don't want to feel this way anymore, It's tiring..." To which she was responded to with a, "You are a strange one indeed, to have never been raised with the nest. When a nestling is sick, all do their best to remind the sickly one that they are needed. You mustn't give into the shadow sickness, I will make sure of that." He reminded her of how some dragons who suffer from many illnesses, usually end up losing themselves to the black sickness inside their minds, from not being able to fend for themselves (that's what she really thought it was since Blackfire also told her that many dragons nowadays don't get sick). Shadow sickness, It was a thing elder dragons thought happened to those dragons most in love with the sky get sick and can't pull through the separation from the clouds... When a dragon's fire inside them is extinguished from sadness and longing. Or so that's what Blackfire had told her when she first got sick.

Maybe shadow sickness is real, and I will succumb to it after all. Akhira reflected on that thought, and stupidly remembered how Blackfire had been too superstitious about things. An old tale, that is all. It will not help me now. She hung her head, and let out a low growl, "I..." Akhira couldn't finish what she had begun to say, and clutched the sheets in her clawed hands, a grinding sound coming from her teeth.

What was she to do now? A dragon that had already been living in her own hell due to her body's weakness, knew what it meant to give up on dreams that will never be real, but to be forced into yet another cage? Bitterness. Grief. Hatred. Agony.

These feelings have no where to go... And so they must disappear. It was cruel. The blue fire inside her, dimmed greatly. In the end it was her own body telling her that she could fly no further, no faster, no way. She was trapped, and even starving would not help. Her body was her greatest enemy, and she hated it. She hated feeling this way. I want to stop feeling this way.