03-12-2008, 11:46 PM
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Remorse was something Cael had never truly felt. He had never experience a turbulent force greater then a winter blizzard or a summer storm. He had never bound himself to people enough to be affected by how they felt or what happened with them. Death was a natural occurrence and it did not trouble him to think his parents were dead or his siblings might be dead. Things like that happened every day. It was perhaps ignorance to this state that caused his interest, though seeing such unveiled emotions did strike something because they were so unnatural to him.[/html]
Advancing, the fox came to the side of the boy. His muscles were electricity and if this emotion caused violence, he would run. Self preservation above all was his creed. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “You aren’t dead,” he added, as if this was the most terrible thing in the world. Though high speech (Cael did not know it as such, of course) was not his first tongue, he had learned it through a raven and managed to grasp it will eloquence (in most respects). “You aren’t hurt, are you?”