the disease is called love / p, nayru

after malphas finished eating that body stuck in a bear trap, he left the bones, fat, and fur for some other scavenger. this was not the first time he gave into his carnal desires- he just found feline flesh to be the sweetest, the most tender, and it also painted him as somebody to be feared.

when he had eaten that body in front of a crowd, the pretty sawbone discouraged him and he nearly shrugged her off. his brow furrowed at the memory of the interaction. i can't believe i called her beautiful. i don't even... god, now i'm a cannibal and a creep, the thought floated through his head and he tried to think about other things. why do you have to prove yourself, malphas? you stupid piece of shit. i bet you're going to get sick and it will be your fault. that anxiety spoke, and he wanted to cry.

the next morning he awoke on the ground but felt awful. he stood up, weakly, a pounding headache making his vision blur. i'm the worst, he thought, gritting his teeth. he diagnosed himself with a fever unrelated to the rotten meat and carried throughout his way.

as he was going to the marsh he felt the world swirling around him and then he vomited. it was probably the fever that had made him do that, but... he decided he would pay nayru a visit. despite his overwhelming anxiety relating to medical care, he wasn't an idiot, and so he would see her. even if she thought he was a creep. he hoped she didn't think that.

he remembered where she had taken him when he got caught in that stupid bear trap, and slowly he made his way there, resisting the urge to puke on her doorstep. "h-hey, uh... nayru... are you here? i think i'm getting sick."

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