「ごくでら。はやと」(tyl)

[. . .Someone seems to have disappeared from his bed some point during the night. . and should you go look for him, you might find him curled up on the couch under a blanket. He'd woken up earlier feeling distinctly. . . different. . . Almost sick to a degree. You might even be able to tell by looking something was wrong - for one he was paler than usual. . .and his form seemed to be trembling just slightly. He honestly had no idea what was going on, though there was this . . . <i>gnawing</i> sensation that seemed to just make him feel worse by the moment. . . and he just couldn't seem to get himself to warm up either.

He offered a soft noise, trying to curl into the blanket more as if this would somehow make this weird feeling go away. Not that it worked in the least though.]

" . . Hnnn. . ."

[ . . He hasn't yet noticed that he has fangs yet either, as he's been so focused on how sick he currently felt. Chances are if he had noticed them, he would be able to put together just <i>why</i> he felt so sick. . . And not that that knowledge would make him feel any better about it anyways. . .]

[Someone else seemed lost in the fog. . .and he seemed absolutely frantic over it. Not over himself however, but for someone else.]

". . .JUUDAIME!! JUUDAIME!!"

[The cries were loud, and there was a noticeable trill of fear in them. He sounded almost as if he were in tears. . .]

". . . J-Juudaime. . I don't. . . don't leave me. . .W-Where. . .!!" 

[Those were definitely some sobs now. Something was very clearly wrong, here. . .]