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Most knew Razekiel to be the easygoing type, one who walked with leisure and smiled and basked in the sun as if time were never-ending; his family, however, was one of few things that could spur him into heart-pounding alert and action. Leaning nonchalantly against a tree at his hut, the male pointed his toes at the warmth of the fire and hummed quietly in accompaniment with the gentle strumming of the acoustic across his lap. Such was how his nights were commonly spent, though his guitar playing would never amount to the magic within the sounds of crickets and a crackling fire.
Fingers paused as the echoing sounds caught his ears, and for a brief moment he judged the sound within in the air. In it he heard his own name and the sweet song of his eldest daughter's voice, made bitter with desperation and panic evident even in the resonance. His heart did not swell but cringed; he hated to hear such trouble anywhere correlated with his children, and Razekiel wasted no time jumping to his feet and whistling for the ever-lingering Lark. Discarding the guitar without second thought, the male hesitated only long enough to douse the firepit and sweep onto the blue roan's bare back as the stallion arrived. He commanded the horse to go with unrestrained demand and, alerted by the gravelly look in his master's eyes, Lark sped at full canter where he was directed.
Razekiel found himself following her scent as they neared the call's general source. He saw the beautiful stallion munching lazily at the grass first and swept off Lark; it was only when Lennon shifted suddenly in anticipation of their arrival did Razekiel see Sage collapsed on his back. Her limp form was edged from its position when the horse moved, and the red-masked coyote sped and caught her as she slipped off, then lowering her calmly to the ground with the gentlest of touches and a subtle embrace in both his manner and hands that supported her.
"Sage!" he gasped, fingers across her forehead one moment and cupping a cheek the next. Her body shook in his arms, and his brow furrowed with a fatherly, deep concern. "Sage, what's happened? Wake up, princess, you're safe... I'm here..."
He hugged her close, hoping to ease away the tremors of her body, to calm her enough for her panic to allow her consciousness once again.
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