Elden Ring Worm Face 소설 & 이야기

Alpha Lowell, who had come out of his room after hearing Ultima Wolf Ray's voice, rushes over to Howl Wolf Thor. He puts two fingers on his neck. "His pulse is weak," Alpha frowns. His wolf brain kicks in. "Howl Wolf Thor is in such a bad state. His mouth and nose filled with blood. One side of his eye was swollen as if someone had punched him repeatedly at the same spot. And there was blood under his ears, staining his grayish-black fur."

His eyes were closed and with the pain that he seemed to be in he didn’t seem to realize that I had entered. “Seff, can you hear me?” I asked, noticing the redness on his skin from where some of his fur had been colored with blood. Oh my goodness, I hadn’t realized just how bad this allergic reaction could have been. “Ma-” he started to say but another whine made him stop and roll over on his back rubbing his back against the fur carpet.

He turned, trembling, and walked toward the stretcher, one step at a time. With every step, it felt as though a piece of his heart was being carved away. That was Elara's scent. There was no mistaking it. "Elara, is that you? Stop playing around! This joke isn't funny at all!" His hand trembled as he reached for the sheet. The moment he lifted it, the world stopped. The face that was once so vibrant was now a grotesque shade of blue-purple. High-purity wolfsbane had eaten away at her skin, while silver wounds cut deep enough to reveal the bone beneath.

A small swirl of white cream shimmered beneath the light, and nausea rolled through me before it even touched my tongue. I had been allergic to silver-moon pollen since childhood. The healer had warned me that Wolf Soul Decay Syndrome would make every reaction drain my wolf even further. At best, silver markings would spread across my skin. At worst, my airway would close. I stepped back. "I don't want any." My father's expression hardened immediately. He looked at me as if my refusal had only confirmed what he already believed. "Elara, your sister asks you to taste one spoonful of frosting, and even that is too much?"

I kicked Ryder to make sure he wasn’t dead. I swallowed aloud at the expression on his face. His flushed cheeks held the same color as his lips. I could not tell where the sheen from his lips came from. Did he lick it? His once white sclera turned yellow. Red limbal rings rotated around irises that resembled dancing flames. I blinked twice to ensure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. No, they weren’t. He was aroused and I couldn’t do a thing to help him. If he went into a rut, we were doomed.

His poor wolf must be exhausted but there is at least another month before the next full moon out of the bunker. Arlen takes the mixture with tear-filled eyes. His scalp has a moon-shaped scar but when his hands tremble I know he is struggling too. Sol's state was pitiful. The infection had got into his mouth where his lower jawbone once sat. Vile pus oozed through the old bandages. Along with one arm and his leg he seemed to shake with pain. His brown eyes remained intact, soulful and a deep chocolate brown, fixed on Arlen whenever they managed to flutter open.

Marcus snaps angrily. We both baby-talk the dog, causing its whole body to wag. Its coat is so knotted the fur is pulling at the poor creature’s skin. I push some mats out of its eyes and notice an eye infection. But the thing that kills me is the collar. At one time, someone who clearly loved this dog placed a lovely pink collar around its neck.

A heavy silence enveloped the den, punctuated only by her shallow, labored breaths and the anxious shuffling of her companions, Caden and Lily, who were desperately trying to provide solace during this harrowing time. Elara’s condition was alarmingly frail; her once-bright eyes, vibrant with life and wisdom, had sunk deeply into her skull, and her coat, which usually shimmered like polished obsidian in the sunlight, now hung limp and matted as if stripped of the very essence that had animated it. Weak, rasping coughs escaped her lips, each shallow breath echoing within the confines of the den, sending icy chills down Caden's spine and igniting a flicker of fear in his heart.

He asked surprising me. "How the hell does this old man know that?" Landon exclaimed through our mind link. "Like the more you resisted, the more it brought you pain. Enough pain to even make your nose and mouth bleed?" Charles asked as well. "Judging by your surprised faces it really was like that," Paul whispered then sighed softly. "It can be a pure white wolf right?" He asked softly while facing Charles. "Yes, but first let's be sure of it. Did her eyes turn yellow with a red ring around her pupil, or did they turn ocean blue with a purple ring around her pupil?" He asked.

I looked over to the back wall, and there she was, pressed tightly into the corner. “El, are you...” Evan began to ask, but another deafening growl filled the air, and Ellie quickly placed her finger onto her lips and shook her head. We got the hint and ceased our communication. Ellie then pointed over towards Freya, indicating for us to watch. I looked over at my beloved Fianna. She was still laid on her bed, sound asleep like the beautiful Angel that she was, but perched on top of her chest was a humongous wolf. It was covered in red and dark gray fur, with light blond accents. It was a lot larger than the average werewolf, but the thing that I noticed the most, was that it had these pierc