05-31-2010, 07:48 AM
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derp, kansas is exploding inside 300+
Mati's words came from a distance. He heard them, but he knew their meaning before she even spoke. Kansas did nothing but stare, eyes wide toward the barn. From within were the sounds of crashing and breaking, the barn crumbling from top to bottom to its top once more. His baby was trapped, and he had no way to predict what would happen to her. Kansas' breaths came in shallow gusts —he was unable to breathe steadily, so sick were his insides. If this was the day he lost his daughter, he did not know how he would live happily in the days that followed. Images of her lifeless form clouded his perception, and it seemed that everything took on a new, sinister shadow.
He paid no mind to Ghita and Jazper, for in this moment Kansas was selfish, consumed by his own thoughts. He stole a glance toward his leader before he sunk to the earth, sitting back on his heels and trying to breathe more evenly. He could be no help to anyone in this state of mind. The ivory werewolf gazed into the dusty barn, in his mind asking whatever entity that watched over them to keep Ehno and his daughter safe. He did not entirely believe that his private pleas would be answered, but they were all he could offer Cambria and his brother-in-law.
Morbid cries of the wood skeleton crumbling filled his mind, but there was movement within the shadows. In the next moment, a strong beast emerged with the Marino child cradled to his chest. Kansas felt all of his tension release, and gasped a renewing breath of air. He was on his feet in an instant, moving toward Ehno without inhibitions. He gave them room, waiting until Ehno rested his daughter upon the soothing grass. Nearby, the barn gave its final gasp, splitting the air with its moans, and fell to the ground. It was only seconds after Ehno's exit. Kansas turned back toward his daughter, eyes roving over her battered frame. She was breathing. He knelt silently beside her, grasping her limp hand and holding it to his lips, eyes closing. Her skin was so warm, and she was alive.
The pale-furred Dreamer stood, moving to Ehno to touch his shoulder lightly. "Thank you" was all he could think to say. He would have saved Cambria if it meant his own death, but he was glad Ehno had done so. Not only was the Marino man stronger, but Kansas sensed that his little girl needed something from her uncle. He had wronged her, and now she had a place from which to nurture forgiveness. "Do you need me to help you carry her?" he asked, in case his brother-in-law had sustained any painful injuries.
Mati's words came from a distance. He heard them, but he knew their meaning before she even spoke. Kansas did nothing but stare, eyes wide toward the barn. From within were the sounds of crashing and breaking, the barn crumbling from top to bottom to its top once more. His baby was trapped, and he had no way to predict what would happen to her. Kansas' breaths came in shallow gusts —he was unable to breathe steadily, so sick were his insides. If this was the day he lost his daughter, he did not know how he would live happily in the days that followed. Images of her lifeless form clouded his perception, and it seemed that everything took on a new, sinister shadow.
He paid no mind to Ghita and Jazper, for in this moment Kansas was selfish, consumed by his own thoughts. He stole a glance toward his leader before he sunk to the earth, sitting back on his heels and trying to breathe more evenly. He could be no help to anyone in this state of mind. The ivory werewolf gazed into the dusty barn, in his mind asking whatever entity that watched over them to keep Ehno and his daughter safe. He did not entirely believe that his private pleas would be answered, but they were all he could offer Cambria and his brother-in-law.
Morbid cries of the wood skeleton crumbling filled his mind, but there was movement within the shadows. In the next moment, a strong beast emerged with the Marino child cradled to his chest. Kansas felt all of his tension release, and gasped a renewing breath of air. He was on his feet in an instant, moving toward Ehno without inhibitions. He gave them room, waiting until Ehno rested his daughter upon the soothing grass. Nearby, the barn gave its final gasp, splitting the air with its moans, and fell to the ground. It was only seconds after Ehno's exit. Kansas turned back toward his daughter, eyes roving over her battered frame. She was breathing. He knelt silently beside her, grasping her limp hand and holding it to his lips, eyes closing. Her skin was so warm, and she was alive.
The pale-furred Dreamer stood, moving to Ehno to touch his shoulder lightly. "Thank you" was all he could think to say. He would have saved Cambria if it meant his own death, but he was glad Ehno had done so. Not only was the Marino man stronger, but Kansas sensed that his little girl needed something from her uncle. He had wronged her, and now she had a place from which to nurture forgiveness. "Do you need me to help you carry her?" he asked, in case his brother-in-law had sustained any painful injuries.