"What-what happened to Bryseis? Where are they taking her?"
"Nothing- just don't think about it. There's nothing left we can do for her anyway."
For years, a plague has spread through the tribes in the Kezub Mekh
. So far, the only end found is death. to the locals, it is called the Spé Glaú, but I know it better as the Never-Ending Hunger, a disease that literally eats you alive until you are nothing but a hollowed-out husk.
Those at risk seem to be the most heartbreaking. Spé Glaú seems to take only Kit
s between the ages of five to seventeen. It leans more towards the older end, but it is not unheard of to hear even little children withering away with the disease. On average, social and adventurous Kits seem to contract it more as well, whether this is because they often go places and do things they shouldn't or because the deities like to take the loved one will never know.
Stage one is hard to catch, it looks just like a normal increased appetite, something common in Kit
s. It starts with an almost ever-present hunger, only satisfied by copious amounts of meat. Some have claimed that black sand or ground-up stone can also quell The Hunger, though it has never been proven officially.
Stage two bring with it a shakiness. In their limbs, in their eyes, in their thoughts. A shakiness that soon becomes all-consuming. Once again the only thing that seems to alleviate it in any way is more meat. Specifically raw meat. At this stage, it is not uncommon for the infected party to start longing for blood dripping from a freshly killed carcass, if only because they know it will stop the knawing in their stomachs.
Unfortunately, once it reaches this stage, there is no going back.
Stage three is where the true horrors begin. Soon raw meat will not be enough, soon the infected with begin looking to living meat to satisfy their needs, their desires. Rational thought leaves them, isolating them with the unending hunger for more. At this point, their body will begin to reflect this. Their skin will become ashen and grey, tight against their bones as if all the fat and muscle underneath was being stripped away (it is). Their eyes will become bloodshot and pale, drained of life, often leaving their pupils overly dilated even in direct sunlight. Horns become frail and often break off, leaving jagged stumps behind nestled on their foreheads.
At this stage, it is kinder just to kill the infected one rather than wait for their body to give out. There is no saving them now. Often time this is done in self-defense, protecting the family from being devoured by what once was their child.
The whole cycle can take anywhere from 3 months to 5 days depending on who is infected and their environment.