08-06-2008, 11:59 PM
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The coyote with the strange hat had lead the young girl all the way in to the lands, toward the cabin that supposedly held her father. From the sounds of it, he wasn't doing well, and the thought of it immediately sent her heart racing through her chest. She was almost trembling, fearing the worst and wondering just how bad it actually was. Did they know what he had? How long? Once they reached the small shack Rachias turned to Laurel, tipping head lightly. "Thank you." Her words a quiet whisper, trying to contain the panic that was quickly inching up inside of her. She wanted to believe that she would find him alive and well, that it was all just a bad joke, but as she opened the door she knew that it was all the truth. The scent that hit her nose was a mishmash of others, mingled with the stale scent of sickness that was thick in the air. The first thing that she was as she slipped inside was the younger male, resting quietly on the bed close to the door. As her head turned, blue eyes sweeping across the room, she spotted him there on the floor. The sight of him there immediately brought the threat of tears to her eyes, forcing her across the room and to his side. She dropped then, falling to the floor on her knees immediately, laying one hand against his chest and the other against his arm. "Daddy?" She practically squeaked, being as quiet as she could but loud enough so that he might hear her. The girl waited a moment longer, brushing at the fur that lined her father's body, head titled carefully to the side. "Daddy? It's Rachias." |