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The sky's on fire - finished
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Skipped Myrtle; there's been two days  Random crap that Emwe does, yay 
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His legs never ceased to move, and Emwe concluded in a flash of a thought that it was a good thing he had a tail, but he wished it had the ability to grab things. He'd seen pictures of some big gray things with long noses in a book once; the could grab things. He really needed that kind of a tail now. His legs were aching, and yet he didn't slow down. He could tell from every of his short visits that the fire was being slowly beaten, but they would need more water; more and more water. It wasn't so much that Emwe understood what would happen if they couldn't put the fire out; it was instinct. Fire was bad, and had to be either put our or run away from. Conor wasn't running, and Emwe was no worse, and so he refused to run from it. Adrenaline helped him a long way as he bounded back and forth, back and forth, but now the waits by the stream as the buckets filled were becoming as strenuous as the spurts. He coughed a little and his breathing was heavy. He hadn't not expected it, because he'd been running, but the coughing part was what he didn't understand. Golden fur was slowly becoming stained from all the flying matter that the fires sent up into the air, and suddenly it felt as if his chest was on fire, too. A quickl look at it revealed that it wasn't, but just to be sure he jumped headfirst into the stream the next time he reached it, completely soaking himself in the cold water. It continued to burn inside his chest, but everything else felt better. Quickly filling the bucket, he ran back again, water springing from him as he moved, like a fountain.
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Table by Sace/Hemming. Thanks!  [/html]
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