08-06-2008, 01:11 AM
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Smoke trailed thinly from the end of his cigarette as he had stoked the fire back to life, grumbling about how the rain seemed to always put it out once he had got it going decently. The log crackled and popped while a headache brewed in the recesses of his skull. He rubbed his face idly, half tempted to check up on Jasper again to see if the boy had improved any. Laurel wasn't sure if he had gotten better or worse since he had last peeked in on him, but at least he was resting. Resting had to be good, right? Maybe in this case he was just on the edge of death and he didn't know anything about it.
But that was when over the sound of his own breathing and the sounds of the night, he heard Ahren's voice. The stress, the strain, it sent a chill down his spine in the same way when the blonde had threatened him. There was no hesitation in the way that Laurel rose and there was plenty of haste in his run as he worked through the surrounding forests to the east. Finding the man wasn't that hard to do as he was just inside of the border, but a particular mustard-coloured fellow over his shoulder caught Laurel's attention. Laruku? His breath in his throat, he was still glad he had some for his voice.
“Another one?”
Things had suddenly got a little bit worse.
Smoke trailed thinly from the end of his cigarette as he had stoked the fire back to life, grumbling about how the rain seemed to always put it out once he had got it going decently. The log crackled and popped while a headache brewed in the recesses of his skull. He rubbed his face idly, half tempted to check up on Jasper again to see if the boy had improved any. Laurel wasn't sure if he had gotten better or worse since he had last peeked in on him, but at least he was resting. Resting had to be good, right? Maybe in this case he was just on the edge of death and he didn't know anything about it.
But that was when over the sound of his own breathing and the sounds of the night, he heard Ahren's voice. The stress, the strain, it sent a chill down his spine in the same way when the blonde had threatened him. There was no hesitation in the way that Laurel rose and there was plenty of haste in his run as he worked through the surrounding forests to the east. Finding the man wasn't that hard to do as he was just inside of the border, but a particular mustard-coloured fellow over his shoulder caught Laurel's attention. Laruku? His breath in his throat, he was still glad he had some for his voice.
“Another one?”
Things had suddenly got a little bit worse.