08-18-2008, 11:35 AM
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This is really old. I'ma end it? :3
Conversely, his memories and recollections of his current life were vague at best. Day-to-day activities and ponderings escaped him, and the entire last few months blurred together like some improbable dream. It was an overreactive shock of sorts -- he had not left home for nearly three years, the sudden change had uprooted more than anyone might have expected. He was detached from it, so he had trouble remembering any of it. Nothing felt relevant.
Critical condition. A sneer surfaced in the back of his head. Of course she was in critical condition; she was probably dying. What Ember was doing wandering around an abandoned ship while her cousin lay on a possible death bed, Laruku did not begin to wonder. It was perfectly normal, after all, for packs to be at war and for friends and packmates to be left bloodied in the middle of the forest for no greater reason than because "the coyotes attacked." This was their way of life, and it had become accepted.
Laruku did not ask any more of Cercelee. If she died, he didn't want to know about it. The shirking of responsibility and the embracing of ignorance would continue because sometimes, it was the only thing keeping him sane.
Conversely, his memories and recollections of his current life were vague at best. Day-to-day activities and ponderings escaped him, and the entire last few months blurred together like some improbable dream. It was an overreactive shock of sorts -- he had not left home for nearly three years, the sudden change had uprooted more than anyone might have expected. He was detached from it, so he had trouble remembering any of it. Nothing felt relevant.
Critical condition. A sneer surfaced in the back of his head. Of course she was in critical condition; she was probably dying. What Ember was doing wandering around an abandoned ship while her cousin lay on a possible death bed, Laruku did not begin to wonder. It was perfectly normal, after all, for packs to be at war and for friends and packmates to be left bloodied in the middle of the forest for no greater reason than because "the coyotes attacked." This was their way of life, and it had become accepted.
Laruku did not ask any more of Cercelee. If she died, he didn't want to know about it. The shirking of responsibility and the embracing of ignorance would continue because sometimes, it was the only thing keeping him sane.
I should go,he instead informed the girl solemnly,
You should probably get off this boat too. No point in risking more injuries in your condition.And that was all. He turned to find the ramp down the other side of the ship, running away again.