CONTENT WARNING: Violence, gore, implied suicide
"Please leave. Just...leave me alone!" "I've been looking for you for days, Grila." Ven'gar stepped into the damp, rundown room. It reeked of mold, sweat and drugs. A flickering neon sign outside was the only light. Grila was slumped over an old chair in a corner. She was shaking. "I figured you'd be here though." Suddenly, he understood. "You took the test, didn't you?" "I am the murderer they said I was..." she stammered. Ven'gar walked closer, the sound of his boots against the naked concrete floor echoing through the room. "Don't come any closer!" She made a stopping motion with her hand. He spotted her clutching something between her fingers before she quickly pulled it back to her chest. "Grila, what's that? Are ... are you on drugs again?" His voice was laced with both concern and accusation. She slowly turned to him. Her entire posture was hunched. Like a pet waiting to be kicked. "This canister contains enough poison to kill everything in this room. I need only smash it and the gas will fill the room. I... I only want to harm myself. Please leave!" The sound of the streets outside slowly grew to an overwhelming crescendo over the deafening silence in the room. Ven'gar found himself counting his own heartbeats. "Then you'll have to kill me too, because I'm staying." He said, carefully, weighing his every word. He crept closer to the huddled woman. Grila whimpered. The tension made her lose control of her voice. "You don't understand!" she screamed. "There's a part of me that cares for you Ven'gar, more than I've ever cared for anyone." Her face contorted in a mask of shackled rage. "But there's this other part of me that would gladly watch you die!" "Grila", Ven'gar's voice was but a whisper at this point. He held out his hand. "Give me the canister. You don't have to do this." She recoiled out of the chair as he walked towards her. "Stop. Calling. Me. That! Ven'gar you don't understand! I'm not her anymore." she begged, tears flowing down her cheeks. "There's two people inside of me and one of them is a monster." She reached the corner of the room. She glanced towards the wall, but looked back to Ven'gar. "Every day she grows stronger. Given time, she will win!" "No she won't." Ven'gar was pleading now, unable to imagine life without her. "You won't hurt me. I don't believe you will. There has to be another way, Grila." In an instant, she was gone. Her eyes blackened and she bared her fangs in a defiant growl. "I'm not. HER!" she roared and pounced on him, claws and fangs bared.Gelsir is a chronic neurodegenerative disease that only affect adult kuna. The cause of the condition is neural change in certain parts of the kuna brain, causing increased aggressiveness, metabolism and loss of conscious decision-making. The degeneration of the brain also cause gelsir kuna to gain increased muscle mass and become stronger, faster and more agile. A gelsir kuna (referred to only as a gelsir) is an aggressive predator with no regard for social rules. It will attack anyone it sees as a food source. A Gelsir is little more than a lethal, bloodthirsty predator.
Gelsir is congenital and genetic in all Kuna. There is no known cure, and every Kuna is born with the condition, but modern medicine can stave off the symptoms until an advanced age or even entirely. Only about 1 in 100 000 develop the symptoms every year in Fusion City and thanks to medication, most of those life full lives up until natural death.
There is a big business making preventative medicine to sell to Kuna who are afraid of the condition. Whether these medications really do anything or not is still up for debate. The companies sure claim that they do. The only medications so far with scientifically proven results are the inhibitors given to those who are already afflicted. Those can provide real results, staving off the later stages of the disease for years.
The Kuna are a social, emotional and jovial species of jackal-like bipedal digitigrades that are most known for being expressive and charming.