KYRIAKI - The infection begins. No visible signs. Host faces auditory hallucinations, involving voices attempting to persuade host into their command. Host also faces slight irritability. Visual hallucinations come into play, often consisting of black eyes forming and opening on parts where they don't belong.
A long sigh, almost matching the soft breeze in strength funneled out of Drake's snout. Some things, he just didn't understand. Like sexual interactions, for instance. I mean, it's not like he was ever taught the right way, to him, it was just a take-what-you-can type of world. Food, shelter, a mate, they're all up for grabs. Short stick goes hungry, rained down on, and without a heir. Shaking his head a bit at this thought, he crouched a bit, and did a little hop to get down the stairs, which were impossible for him to walk down, thanks to his body size.
Roughly 30 feet later, he began having thoughts that he tried to avoid having because they were bad thoughts. Or, well, what was considered bad. The world determined what was good and bad at the very start, without him getting a single paper or slip that let him cast his vote on the rules. Heck, why bother following those rules? He should just do whatever the fuck he'd like, and maybe even strive to break the rules-
"Rrrrrrraaagh!" He screeched outloud, fire in his throat forming, but saved from being released. Shit. He understood that such actions were aganist the world, and the world would with ease, chew him up, not enjoy the taste, and spit him into the trash.
Looking back, he saw that he was...fuck it. There was no way he was walking all the way to the hyperion, without having a coniption. He figured he should just go home...no, shit, Eiji's hut was his home! This time, running primarily on rage, he bucked his head back, and ejected a steady beam of concentrated, crimson colored embers, straight above him. Saying to anything nearby, 'Here I am world!', and, 'Don't come near me unless you're fireproof!"
Once the top of the trees above him stopped burning, he grumbled. Sitting his rump down on some rather large boulder, and pouted. At his entire fucking life. Odds are, things won't get better, and he will end up dying after trying to shove his junk somewhere with a not too happy bystander. Hell, he might as well just-
Drake's ears flicked up similar to dish receivers, instantly on high alert. His self rant could hold off until later. Something had moved. Well, something that shouldn't have moved, moved. And ducktape wasn't gonna fix this. With radar-like sensitivity, his eyes rolled over the landscape, each anomaly being reported, analyzed, and rejected. Until hell broke through a bush, and peered at Drake with it's multiple eyes.
The creature was short, bit more then a foot tall, except it was more then threatening. It bore a bright cyan body, spearlike in shape, with multiple legs sprouting from below. It's face was covered all over with eyes, each one a different size, but each one was staring at Drake.
The only thing stopping Drake from cooking it alive was that it seemed just as surprised to see him. Until it seemed that it knew what it was doing, while Drake did not. Before his muscles could start pumping fuel into his sparkpouch, the foreign creature had leaped forward, Drake unable to stop it from latching onto his arm. Then, the unthinkable happened. Each one of it's legs jammed itself into Drake's limb, before injecting a cyan liquid directly into his bloodstream.
Drake shrieked, flailing his arm which force equal to a propellar, this bug eventually giving way, and flinging from Drake. Hissing once, before scuttling away. The worst had already been done, already, his entire arm throbbed harder then his own heartbeat. And was it...glowing? "Shit..." He muttered, before falling to four legs, and scampering off. What was he thinking, he needed Eiji! She was his- And then his spine exploded with pain.
