09-02-2008, 11:23 PM
VERY sorry for the wait!
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The quiet sobs continued until a strange voice startled the tears right out of him and halted his rocking. The shack felt suddenly small and still. Sweeping a hand over his eyes and hiccupping, Endymion turned to the only creature in the room who could possess the voice: Laruku. Though Jasper was quite loquacious in his sickness, he hadn't heard much from the other, so he didn't know what he sounded like. Perhaps he spoke while the wolf wasn't there, while Corona or Rachias were taking care of him. Never-the-less, he was shocked to hear such a relatively sane series of statements from the hybrid. Was Laruku speaking directly to him or a figure in his dream?
"Laruku?" he whispered, leaning toward the man. The hybrid looked normal. Or rather, normal for his sickness. He wasn't sitting up or starting straight at Endymion, he was just laying there. The wolf was confused and distressed. No one was dying, not yet. Surely he hadn't failed already? The pain in his chest was slowly abating, though he wasn't paying attention to it now. His pale eyes were trained on the tawny man's face, trying to discern something that would give away his lucidity, as if he were expecting Laruku to crack open a red eye and shout, "Just kidding! I'm fit as a fiddle!" and do a jig about the room.
"No one's dying," Endymion replied softly, voicing his chaotic thoughts. He wasn't even sure the hybrid could hear him, he just needed to say it. He wasn't even sure if he believed it, though. He wanted to.
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