Zombie Bird Man Doctor

[doctoral_bird]

WHO:doctoral_bird, makesowndestiny , and trustedhisheart[Closed]
WHAT:A DEADLY and BLOODTHIRSTY plague doctor runs into a familiar and unfamiliar face
WHEN:Backdated to Thursday evening

The past two days have been absolutely horrible for Malkus. He's never known how it felt to become inflicted with such a ghastly plague and now that he's fallen victim, he basically went insane before the

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[trustedhisheart]

They'd come across a number of injured, blood-stained people during their patrols, and had been quick to learn that it didn't always mean that someone was a zombie. It was very much a sign to be cautious, however, so when Tus heard the cries and spotted who they were coming from, he slowed his pace a bit.

He held an arm out behind him automatically, his hand pressing lightly against Dastan's chest both as a warning and to get his attention. He nodded towards the slightly bloody figure. No need to attack unnecessarily if it was another false alarm, but they had to check to be sure. Tus started forward, sword gripped firmly in his hand but tip pointed downwards for the moment.

[makesowndestiny]

Dastan pauses as Tus's hand meets his chest. He had already seen the bloodied Malkus, however, and frowns as his shoulders sad at seeing a familiar face. He looked injured--hurt. He didn't seem like the other enraged demons Tus and he had met with their swords.

Still, Dastan didn't like seeing his brother near someone so obviously bloodied. There were other ways to solve this.

The infected didn't tend to talk.

"Malkus. Do you remember me?" He throws his words out at the man with the mask, purposefully grabbing Malkus's attention. Dastan's feet were already braced apart, hand on his sword, but he would quickly relax once the other called out to him.

[doctoral_bird]

The doctor clutches his hat, throwing it roughly to the side as he grabs the sides of his head. There's a headache that's filling his entire skull, blinding him with a growing sense of rage and sorrow. His eyes hurt, his growls crack and wobble, and the blood he's coughing up drips down the bottom of his mask. He twitches his head, slowly turning to face the two men. He hunches his back, wheezing faster as he takes a step forward. Malkus was his name, and despite the disease clouding his brain, he turns his attention to the one calling him. If Dastan glances into the lenses of the birdman's mask, he'll catch a brief glimpse of a horrified and confused Malkus.

Only for a moment until Malkus lunges forward, throwing his arms out in front of him as he lets out a loud rage filled yell that almost sounds like the man's name. His feet occasionally slip on his robe, giving the doctor a strange stumbling charge.

[trustedhisheart]

Tus paused as Dastan called out to the man, noting the name Dastan used and recalling seeing his brother speaking to him at the bonfire party. He would hope this Malkus was merely injured, then.

Unfortunately, that did not seem to be the case. He was clearly not acting as a man possessing of all of his senses.

"I don't believe he is entirely himself at the moment, brother," Tus informed him, bringing up his sword.

Still, he did not immediately attack. He waited, both giving Malkus time to come to his senses, if he was going to, and if not, to use the other man's momentum to his own advantage.