Eclipse stared down at the paper in his lower left hand, which quivered as he reread the results.
His glow was dim, his vibrant bright orange fading to a dull pumpkin orange as dread filled his very being. The small box sat in his lap, the contents already pulled out, with the letter at the bottom.
His upper two eyes slid to the device sent to him by his doctor, along with the small tool kit that would help him with his new problem.
All four of his eyes went back to the paper, shaky breaths escaping his lips as he reread the note.
For the first time, in his 80 years of being sexually active, he's contracted his first sex curse.
He couldn't believe it, couldn't fathom it. He had always been so careful, took all the precautions, always double-checked with his partners.
It was a small consolation prize that the one he contracted wasn't permanent. It was just a simple thing that would go away after a few months, or so he was told.
He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes as his upper pair of hands smoothed back his frills.
He got Hives from a Shevika. That pretty little thing that gave him such a heated look from across the dance floor, turns out she had been Active. She infected him with Hives, and now he would have to deal with it for the next couple months.
He didn't blame her, goodness no, he had no ill will towards her for this problem of his. It was an oversight of his own creation. He had never bedded a Shevika before, so he hadn't known that that species went through a period of time when intimacy with them was infectious.
He sighed, folding the letter back up and setting it into the box, setting the box aside as he grabbed the tool kit. He opened it to see another note, which merely explained the uses for the items. There were small tongs, a scraper with a head made of soft metal, and two pairs of gloves for him.
He sighed irritably, a pissed-off expression on his face. He was disappointed in himself that he got infected, and now he had to deal with the consequences of his lack of knowledge.
He closed the small box, setting it on his bedstand as he stood up and put the cylindrical device into the small cabinet of his right bedside table.
He shook his head, heading to his bathroom as he stripped down, taking a cold shower to clear his thoughts.
He was not happy about this at all. He wondered how long would it be before he would show signs of the curse. How would that affect his life in general? He knew that he would not get any more partners until he was free of this curse, he would not risk the health of others for his own pleasure.
He sighed, pulling at his rays lightly, rubbing them with his favorite cleaning product.
This curse was going to be a major pain, that's for certain. He would arrange an appointment with his doctor soon and discuss his new problem.
For now, he enjoyed his cold shower, planning out his options now that he was cursed.