08-26-2008, 12:48 AM
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She heard it again, the same kind of panicked screeching that she had heard the day that she busted into the shack, only to find her father lunging for some young stranger. She had been sleeping, huddling up inside of a tent to keep herself out from the rain. It was the sound of his voice that jolted the girl awake, sent her in to a sudden panic. Practically throwing herself from the tent, Rachias charged forward on hands and knees, skittering out and in to the open. Before long she found her footing and pushed herself up, taking off in a full out run for the shack. Her mind was to confused from having just woken and her vision was blurry, far to gone to realize the scent that lingered was familiar. Finally she reached the shack, bursting through the door suddenly. There was already a faint snarl there, someone over top of her father, and she could not yet make out who it was by sight or smell. Grabbing for the first thing she could find, a broom that had been left neatly beside the door, she took it by the handle and raise it in to the air. "Get away from him!" Her own voice was practically a screech, taking a few careful steps forward as she waved the broom in front of her. |