04-08-2008, 11:51 PM
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The Waste, Inferni, whatever it was, was suddenly home to the sandy colored girl, no matter whether she wanted it to be or not. Rachias had done the same thing each day since they'd arrived, she just sat there, or laid, waiting. The sun had managed to peak out through the clouds and warm the lands at least a little bit, though there was still a cool breeze that often made it's way through the lands, snaking through her fur before it finally disappeared. The hybrid didn't care though, it didn't matter now. If she would have had it here way, she would've burned to death in the fire looking for her brother. "Arkham will find us." They said. "As soon as things die down, we'll go looking for him." She was told. He wasn't here though and they had yet to even scout these new lands to see if they could locate them. Numb to the world, Rachias settled herself to the ground, forelegs stretching out far in front of her and back legs resting to the side. The girl laid her head down then, stretched across her legs, muzzle pointed toward her paws. Her blue stare was a cold one, idle and hardly ever moving. Her mind was a mess and her heart was broken, leaving her in such a lethargic state. In a way, she blamed Gabriel for the fact that Arkham wasn't with them. If he cared so little about them, so little that he would leave his own little brother behind to burn to death, then why couldn't he have just let her go? |