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It felt like an hour had gone by, but Isi couldn't be sure. She'd drifted in and out of consciousness many times. Too many to count. An old woman that Isi had only seen once before entered the small room and Rory's shoulders visibly relaxed at once.

She gave Isidora a cup of some sort, then left without a word. Desperate for water, or any other liquid that could maybe stop her mouth from watering so much, Isi drank it all in one go, Rory looking at her with wide eyes, hope shining in them.

And for a few minutes, her body cooled down.

But then, without warning, her head started spinning. She could barely hold the liquid down, her stomach twisting and turning. Rory took a step forward:

"What is it?" she asked.

"I... I feel like something is trying to blow me up from the inside..."

Swearing, Rory barely caught Isi in time as her body became completely limp. Lowered her head down onto the pillow. Started whispering conforting words, voice a tether to the real world as everything started to blur for Isidora.

"Help me" Isi heard herself beg.

Rory's breath caught in her throat and she put a warm hand on her shoulder, wincing at how cold her body had become in the span of a minute only.

"I'm trying baby, I promise. I'll have Lily make another batch, a different one, taking into account your mixed DNA..."

Isi's brain settled a bit at that. She 𝘸𝘢𝘴 trying. And the mention of her mer half reminded her of who she'd been out looking for. Through the fog, the fuzziness that ruled over everything, she managed to say her sister's name out loud.

Rory moved her hand to Isidora's cheek and said: "I found her."

Hearing that was enough to settle her concerns. She closed her eyes, even though she probably should have asked where Rory had found Idrina, if she was okay, and where she was now. Isi surrendered to the black mist taking over her thoughts.

She must have slept for hours because when she woke up again, she didn't feel cold anymore. She was warm again. Too warm... She opened her eyes, looking for Rory, only to find a white wolf watching over her.

"Hey." She wanted to ask who it was, but that word alone had already been so painful.

Slowly but surely, she sat on the edge of the bed. Breathed in and out, gave a couple of seconds for the pain to receede. The white werewolf whined, pushing off the wall to get closer. And as Isi got to her feet, Rory walked into the room.

"Hi beautiful, how are you feeling?"

Unable to give an answer, Isi simply bared her foaming teeth.

"Wow! Okay, maybe getting out of bed isn't a great idea then!" Rory said, running to support her. But Isi shook her head. She had to get to the fresh air. She was too warm down here, stuck in this room. She needed 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

After only a few steps out of the small bedroom, she stumbled.

"Right, let's sit." Rory ordered. But that wasn't what she'd wanted... Air was what she needed, and there still wasn't enough here. As they moved towards the couch, Isi cleared her throat.

Finally, she managed a couple words strung together:

"Outside, please? And where... my sister..."

Rory sighed, but she seemed to have been expecting it. She groaned "That would imply going outside and it's way too cold right now. The sun's barely out yet."

Isi shook her head, the world spinning.

"Be fine, I don't... get... cold." Isidora answered. Rory hoisted her up in her arms, apparently not willing to pick a fight.

"Idrina's been asking about you as well." She admitted.

Going back up the stairs seemed easier, then they were outside. It was mild, the snow making everything soft.

She breathed the fresh air in, her skin cooling down and the constant itch that she'd been feeling since waking up calming down too.

"Thanks." Isi breathed, Rory nodding in response, before slowly heading towards a familiar path, leading to her and Lou's house.

When they got there, Rory shot her a look, as if to assess how she was. Feeling better, her fever and nausea having receded, her voice also a bit more sure now, Isi confirmed: "You can put me down."

Then the door opened, heads immediately turning towards them.

Isidora searched the faces, looking for her sister. Looked to Rory again, her question clear on her face. Where was Idrina? But before any other words were uttered, the older woman was handing her a drink again.

"It can wait a minute, she wants to see-"

"It's already been too long Rory."

The woman had cut her off with a defiant look. Retreating, the alpha lowered her head, letting Isidora take the cup. Everyone's attention on her, she felt like she better get this out of the way and downed the mixture, thicker than last time but the taste similar. 

And passed out again.

[naturalist-journal]

[momoxca]

I found this big and beautiful moth in the house of a friend. It was so lovely and so big that I couldn't resist and I had to use a chair to succeed in my mission of taking this photo 💖🦋

I'm not sure what kind of moth is, I don't have a good knowledge of the names of bugs but that doesn't limit my love for them.

@onenicebugperday isn't this big buddy so lovely?

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drawing magical girls using pro wrestlers as reference

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They are both crazy, just like each other

"You are the screw that this madman is missing, my beloved...♡"

HFAGFHA sillys lovers

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ROSY MOTHS (4)

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When Isidora awoke again, she could feel her blood pulsing too fast in her veins. She'd known pain before, but nothing like what was tearing through her right then. She couldn't tell if she was so hot she felt icy, or so cold she'd started to burn from it.

She raised her head as feet approached her.

A voice she didn't recognise asked her if she was alright, but she couldn't answer, her mouth completely full of spit. As she turned to face the stranger though, he took in the state of her and swore colourfully. Within a few heartbeats, he'd lifted her up into his arms, moving too fast to be human.

"Ro...ry..." Isi managed to articulate and the man quickly answered: "Yes, yes, don't worry, that's where I'm taking you."

He ran, carrying her as best he could as she kept lurching, repeatedly falling out of his arms because the pain bolting through her was too intense.

He entered a bunker, trying not to drop her going down the stairs. Putting her down once they'd reached the bottom, just long enough to yell for help. The sound of his voice echoed in Isi's ears. The light attacked her retinas, keeping her from seeing the white wolf appearing in front of them.

She must have been losing time, passing out and waking up without noticing, because the next second, she was being dropped on a sofa. She was still in agony. Her head was pounding. Her whole body aching. Yet she felt a sliver of relief when she heard Rory's voice:

"What happened?!"

"It was Greg. Don't know how bad it is though. I found her about 2 minutes ago, it couldn't have been more than 10 before that. There's still time. I sent Ade to get Lily."

Rory let out a low growl, leaning over Isi, who shushed them, turning around on the couch to face the dimmer side of the room.

"Talk to me dove, where is the pain coming from?" Rory asked, taking Isi's beanie off, as if sensing she was way too hot. Maybe she had a fever.

"Everywh-"

Isi had to stop, the bitterness in her mouth overwhelming her. And without hesitating, Rory picked her up, whispering softly: "Come on."

She carried her inside a small bedroom, where the only light emanated from a small moon-shaped lamp. Sat her down on a bed and stilled, before she asked:

"I need to take your clothes off, to check where the bite is. Is that alright?"

Isi nodded, mastering enough strength to answer: "I trust you."

Then, she fainted again. Woke up once as Rory was taking her to the shower. And again when she brought her back to bed, wondering when she'd blacked out. Everything was too loud, too bright, too hot and too cold. Her mouth was still constantly watering. Would it ever stop?

[naturalist-journal]

[internationalemeteorologie]

“The beauty is an illusion, and also a warning: there’s a dark side to beauty, as with poisonous butterflies.”

― Margaret Atwood. Stone Mattress: Nine Wicked Tales, 2014

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