You elude from a brawny feminine (muscular female) with an ivory (white) underbelly who seems to be gaining speed. The Stygian (very dark) setting seemed to play into the mood just as the feminine ascends (leaps) to you. Suddenly you're pinned down, squirming until you feel eponychium scathers (claws) by your throat. You gulp plangent (loudly) and look at who is on top of you. Deep navy blue eyes glare into yours. In her mouth she held borage leaves, putting them on your epigastricinguinal recticulum (muzzle), telling you that you need them. You looked at her with a face that asked "are-you-kidding-me?" She gave a small smile and got off. Your fever continued to grow and you refused to take the leaves. The feminine clearly was annoyed by your actions.