Orion had been away from the pack for days. He had grown very weary of the wolves there. He was liked by many, but he just didn't have the heart to stay. He was a loner, a monster that didn't deserve the love and friendship that was given to him. He roamed a land with no water, a place he knew the rogues lived. But he hoped that at the end of the land was a place where he would find peace and comfort. But, he didn't deserve all the good stuff, the kind words. So, his blind eyes stayed in front of him as he walked confidentially. He took ragged breaths as he licked his maw softly. He was dying. It was something that the Healers couldn't fix, it was something that herbs couldn't patch up. He didn't know what was eating away at his body, but he knew exactly what was eating at his mind. He thought about Striker, about Fel. He swayed with every step he took, finally making his way to the end of the lands. His paws touched the earth, but he was breathing harder then usual. He collapsed against the ground and took sharp, ragged breaths. His heart was slowing, his paws ached. His whole body was giving in to the disease. He lay there quietly, grey eyes closing. Ears twitching as he listened to what was around him. He sighed and lifted himself up, trying stubbornly to stand once more. He stumbled but finally his heart went back to normal. The disease was killing him. But he was still going to make it away from the pack that loved him, that he loved. He wasn't sure if the disease was contagious, but he didn't want to risk it. His pelt shook slightly as he shivered. He wasn't cold, but he felt like something bad was coming. He took a defensive stance and twisted slightly, wheezing out the words. "What do you want!?"

Can't you see I'm already dying?

Raymond prowled the world like usual, green hues filled with anger, hate. He was a demon, and he wanted nothing more then to destroy the world. He took his prowling to the Rogue lands, wandering deep into a desert like place, his head went back and forth as he breathed quietly. His head hunkered close to the ground as he thought about what 'Rojo' had said. He wanted a pelt that would bring pride to his love, and so he decided that was what he was going to do that day. But not just any pelt, it had to be soft, and something that showed he was evil but loving. He walked quickly and quietly, following the scent of another wolf that would be his prey. He walked along pleasantly, eyes roving the lands as he held himself with pride. His body swayed as he moved. Finally, he came into view of the other wolf. Collapsed upon the ground, weak and dying. He moved closer until the wolf stood, and turned sharply, snapping at him and speaking words. He recognized the wolf as a loner who had killed for fun in his past. Blind, and startling easy to tricking others, that had been the story passed around. Raymond had only one 'friend' from his past, someone that had been killed by the blind 'rogue'. He didn't snarl, didn't make a sound. He stood there, towering over the weak and dying brute. He stared quietly, his eyes searching the male to make sure they were the same one.

"Pathetic, that's what you've become."

He watched closely, his words leaving his maw with a bitter taste. He stood in silence, waiting for a response, but he couldn't stand there and watch any longer. "Remember me? I remember you. Killer." He spoke in a sing-song voice, words falling out and touching the air that surrounded them. "It's me, Raymond... if you can recall..." He growled now, his eyes narrowing and he let his tail raise over his spine, stance widening as he took in the dominance. He rolled his shoulders and moved his head slightly. He was in a rage, memories flooding back to his mind. He knew the wolf before him was dying, but he was going to torture the brute, make him taste pain before death. He was going to make him suffer for the death of his 'friend'. But he was also going to bring the beautiful pelt to his love, it would do nicely sitting in her den.

"You will make a fine pelt to add to my lovers den."

And then, he smiled.

#NoMuse...

Orion replied to Raymond, not quite remembering who he was. His disease was growing stronger within his heart and mind. He was weak but he still wanted to live, at least somewhat. Raymond spews out a few more words of hate and then attacks the brute.

After a hefty spar, Orion getting a few nasty blows on Raymond, Raymond became victorious and snapped Orion's neck. He then continued to take his pelt and returns to Erenyx to give it to Naomi.

Noble saw them and everything that happened, he fought Raymond but returned to Agavos a failure in protecting the Healer.

Orion is dead.

Rest in Peace Healer Orion of Agavos, blind but still very kind at heart.