Everything was a weird suffocating heat, the world pressing in thick and smothering his breath and mind like a damp, sunbaked blanket.
Sounds swirled around his slurred mind, his thoughts drifting in a humid ocean of nonsense.
His tongue felt dry and it burned slightly, his throat only magnifying the sensation as the dryness crept through his body, all of it dwarfed by the ever-present burning on his neck. Heat seemed to seep from the spot, swimming beneath his feathers and fueling the fevered haze.
Alicanto felt something touch his shoulder, the skin warming further from the touch and making his feathers feel sensitive and uncomfortable. He let out a slightly deeper breath, the end of it tainted with the faintest groan.
@_-Captain BRM-_
@Little Baby Bean
(SORRY, my fam's been nagging me about everything all night)