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The near clone of a coyote had set out to explore, his sibling had been recovered from the lands of Inferni and though she wasn't fine she was alive. The dark hued boy wasn't for certain that she'd ever be the same high spirited girl he'd once know. She'd always loved the darker edge of life and he'd always loved her because she didn't let the world stop her from being who she was.. now there seemed a darker sheen in her eyes, dulling the emerald as she seemed to quietly watch the world passing by.
He knew that something had happened to his dark little irish fae but he was unsure of how to approach the child that had once been his shadow. He expected that the girl would come to him when the effects of her captivity had worn off.. but he wasn't for certain how long that could take. Instead of worrying and waiting for her he'd decided to give her packmates the time to assure themselves that their friend had indeed been returned to them and she was whole and alive. He'd faded so quickly into the shadows that they probably already forgot that he'd even existed, which he liked.
His paws had brought him across the lands towards the sea once more, but unlike the bay where Dahlia de Mai claimed their lay over the lands this was the rough and tumble coast that he'd watched as they'd approached from the ocean before he'd been set down in the fire scorn lands that had once been home. The scent of a pack had caught his attention as he'd roamed across their lands, the ever attentive stranger he knew that he shouldn't have begun to snoop but there was no real way he could learn about the packs without showing his face.
DaVinci knew it was all foolish and childish, his reasons for the world not seeing him but he knew they'd never understand as well. There were few who would but they'd probably all been blown to the winds or were camped out in the clan's lands with nothing but blood and hatred pained across their heart and soul. The young man's paws had brought him to the scent of sickness, something he'd grown accustom to over time onboard ship where there was no chance to escape when illness boarded on the open ocean. He'd begun to turn his paws away from what he knew to be a dangerous discovery but something stopped him, something faded and almost forgotten.
Raising his face into slight breeze that was catching along his whiskers he turned along the trail of death and made his way carefully across the lands he knew he shouldn't be treading upon, now for more than one reason. Step by step his dark hued paws brought him closer to the source of the illness and the scent that seemed to baffle his mind. How odd that moons onboard a ship one could tell stories of a short existance to pass time and keep a high spirited child from trouble and yet the same soul forgot the characters that were laced within his own works. He hadn't tried to forget his past, he'd just never embraced it, having left it sit on a shelf to gather dust like an old toy tossed aside, once cherished now tarnished.
His pads had carried him to the shack as his eyes watched for the pack that he knew resided in the woods. No one approached him so he moved to the doorway and worked his way inside. The dull sunlight sparkled on dust motes as he caught sight of the illstricken bodies before him. His eyes were use to seeing death settling in for the long slow goodbye after life on the high seas, but the scent of sickness was one you could never fully get use to.
He moved slowly between the beds, keeping his distance as he examined the forms that were nearly lifeless... the hulls of the living made his heckles raise as he stopped in the center of the room and stood there quietly, the carmel scarred up form before him finally making sense in his mind as he realized the ghost he'd been following was more than nothing, yet still just the shell of a life on the brink. "Laruku.." the deep bass voice of the hybrid called softly, unsure if the form was even capable of response, or if the response he'd be granted would even be coherent.. but the grown up form of the once tiny terror waited, just the raspy drawls of each shallow breath his company.
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He was tired of seeing nothing but hazy shapes and white, but in the back of his mind was the laughter that told him that it would probably be permanent, if he lived at all. It seemed like it had been forever already: a thousand years spent lying immobile in an unforgiving fog and seeing nothing and no one. The first fever had come and gone, and he had spent a week or two just feeling like lead with the occasional, spasming twitching. The second round of fever was there now though, and his body burned like fire even though the air around him felt like ice. He had not eaten in all the time he'd been there, but could not feel his stomach eating away at itself. His hearing, like his skin, had become ultrasensitive. He could hear Jasper's ragged breathing just as well as his own, and he was aware of the presence of someone else in an adjoining room.
So he was aware when someone entered the room, even though he could see nothing but a faint grey outline against the blinding white. Vaguely, he remembered that his daughter had been persistent in her presence, and that someone else awfully familiar had recently joined her. This was neither of them. A stranger, a friend, the devil himself come to take his soul away. He heard his name and narrowed his eyes. They were fogged over with a pinkish sheen; the deep red could still be seen around the edges, but it was obvious that he couldn't see very well. Go away, he said plainly, saliva still clinging unceremoniously to his lower lip, I don't want you here. He didn't want anyone there, really. Dying alone was all he'd ever deserved.
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DaVinci was the one that carried a name that wasn't his, in the sense of it all truly belonged to the man that lay before him, the weak and frail frame that was fading away. He swollowed hard as his dark hued orbs took in the sight before him, knowing that this wasn't something that he'd ran upon out on the open sea. The ocean lady was a fierce woman and none too forgiving, but even she would deliver death when it's time came. The hybrid wasn't sure what to think of this disease that taunted and teased it's prey leaving them to go on and on while death waited in the shadows always present but never willing to take the soul by the hand. He wasn't for certain what had happened to the ghosts he'd stumbled upon but it was obvious that they were being taken care of.. in some sense.
He took a step back as Laruku spoke, flinching at the words, but not obeying them. The younger male wasn't for certain if the once alpha of Clouded Tears even knew who he was but DaVinci didn't let that phase him. His shark keen eyes studied the clouded orbs of the sickly soul as he spoke softly, "You know I wasn't very good at listening." he stated before creeping closer, peering at his distant relative from the foot of the bed. "Come to think of it, I liked to disobey, disgust and to shock the whole lot of you." He sat back on his haunches and admitted. "I was a horrible little brat, wasn't I?" He knew he should do something for the man that had helped to watch over him even when he didn't deserve a snivel from a single soul in the world, but he wasn't certain what.
Quietly he sat there listening to the ragged breath of the hybrid, the echos of the other patients coming from other spaces in the building giving a feeling that creeped down the spine, like death was picking and poking at the bodies. Tormenting and torturing the framework but never ready to accept the bruised and broken souls that sheltered within. "What can I do.." he asked, knowing full well that sooner or later he'd probably be caught out and in trouble, but for the moment it didn't matter, it was just the two of them.
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His memory had improved gradually since the devilish grin seemed to have stopped manifesting on his face, but there were still gaping wholes where things should have been, and many events had been left to fade while others stood out with eternal clarity. In his feverish state, these imperfections all blurred together and the timeline in his mind made little sense. With the aching in his skull ever-present and the white cloud in his vision, reality was grounded more in the past than it was in the present. It was always the past with him. The present became the past quickly enough, and the future was hidden behind the fog.
DaVinci's words disturbed him in a he could not have predicted. They sounded like something he might have said, years before, when he had been an arrogant yearling with a chip on his shoulder and a grudge against the world. He had never been willing to listen, had always been convinced that he, and he alone, knew the truths of the world, and that everyone else was a liar and a thief. Laruku curled his lip and might have snarled if he could have found the energy to. His throat was sore and his mouth was dry. The visitor in the room was himself, the version of himself that had, in some sense, caused every other version of himself. It was a pointless place to put the blame, of course, but it was what he saw all the same. I hate you, he hissed, You were a fucking little idiot, thinking you knew everything. Look at the fuck-up you've become.
The hybrid had spent three years hating himself, and even now, diseased and delirious, it persisted, above all else.
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DaVinci had been a horrible child with a head filled with hate, left to run wild and rage war on the packs of the lands. No one had taken the time to drop him on his head or grind his nose into the ground, even the one time he'd been granted a small degree of punishment he'd slipped through the cracks and had come out ontop. Leaving his adopted sister stressed and weary and the adults of the pack disturbed by his actions and attitude he was king of a dark dreary world where through his eyes everyone hated him for the half that was wolf, the part that was coyote and the blend inbetween.
He still wasn't for certain what had caused him to change but he knew it had something to do with a rag tag child that was too stubborn for her own good and didn't listen very well either. He shook his head at the thought and sighed softly. The youth still hadn't returned from her wild run after being released from her captives.. he knew with time she'd return but until then there was nothing he could do to ease the mind of a elder brother than to keep his mind occupied. He wasn't cruel enough to believe that after finding the disease encrusted form of Laruku in the shack that he stuck around because it was keeping his mind off his dark spirited sibling's self chosen disappearance.
Everything that the hybrid had done and yet no one had ever stood face to face with him and spat their real feeling out. Oddly enough the one time feelings were expressed it was from the delirious mind of a man expressing them to his own currupted soul. DaVinci flinched at the truth that cut to the bone as Laruku spoke harshly. His voice was barely a whisper as he admitted, "I know, I let everyone down.. and yet they still look up to me.." He wasn't for certain how it had happened or why but the world had forgiven him his mistakes and though he hadn't wished for anyone to believe in him he'd up the hero in the emerald eyes of his kid sister. Who would have thought.
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lmfao, Laruku's lost his mind after all. xD I think a third party might need to come in and restrain him. Maybe Corona or Rachias?
Get the fuck out of here! he snapped suddenly, spit foaming along the little valley between his gums and his lips. His eyes, however blind, were flashing with a rage he had not felt nor expressed in months, possibly years already. Long ago, the fury had died in his skull as he retreated to a quiet corner of his mind to mourn and apologize for everything he'd ever done. His fever burned hotter as the anger fed it, a lifetime of hatred and failures, of mistakes and lies and unfortunate circumstances. The hybrid had failed in every previous attempt to right things in the world, to take his own wretched life, but never before had he been faced with a broken mirror and a ghost.
He should have killed you that morning, he snarled, somehow looking past the figure and into the white nothingness beyond. He should have killed you and you should have died. His heavy, leaden body shuddered violently as he tried to rise from where he was lying. He pushed himself against the wall for support and tried to balance himself on his swollen, unsteady feet. Failing that, he simply lunged at the grey spectre, but stumbled and fell against another wall. Go kill yourself! he screamed at himself.
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*dies* Poor DaVinci is so clueless it just makes it even better. I think someone does need to help the poor sap.
He'd offered to help the elder hybrid and his repay was the harsh truth thrust at him again aind again. He knew what he had been but the forgiving souls in his lifetime had given him grace from his childhood actions and he'd never had to confront the truth, the past, or what he was. Now from one of the few souls he'd thought could understand it seemed that the hatred he saw in the eyes of the world was shining with such fury that his pulse quickened as his heart skipped a beat.
He'd lowered his head shamefully as Laruku screamed again, he'd only wanted to help, he couldn't leave the man to waste away so alone with nothing but the wheezing rattling draws of air from the other patients as his company. Taking a step back he blurted out, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Laruku!" he called as the near corpse seemed to suddenly come alive with the passion and rage that the poor young hybrid seemed to have bred in the presence of the closest thing he had to a family member he thought could understand him.
He leapt to the side as he watched the jerky motions of the carmel hybrid throwing himself up from the bed and failing in his attempts. The lunge that came at him caused him to begin to babble, fear filling his mind as he tried to reply. "You wouldn't let him though, you couldn't do it.. you kept me alive!" For so long Davinci had wondered why Laruku had saved him, why he'd protected the child from his father when it would have made the whole world a quieter peaceful place if he'd just died. One less hybrid in the world, one less child of rape.
He backed away into the corner as he felt the slight quivering in his legs as he spoke softly, the words Laruku had left him with were words he'd thought of time and time again, but he knew he could never.. no matter how much he hated that face that gazed back at him in every reflective surface.. it wasn't worth the effort. "Do you think that will really change anything?" he asked, his voice hollow and filled with despair as he never came to realize that the male before him had no clue who he was at this moment.
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Should reaaaaaaally find someone to step in now. XD
Truthfully, the two hybrids were similar in many ways, and Laruku had always pitied DaVinci because of it. Children borne of hatred and fed lies from an early age. Children whose mothers (or would-be mothers) had tried to kill him and who had been abandoned to the neglectful mercies of their packs. But DaVinci's childhood had been contained within a time when the tawny hybrid had been quite unwell, and Laruku's mind continued to reel at the other's every word. He wanted to laugh and scream and cry all at the same time, but the only thing that escaped his throat was a strangled hiss. He heard his name but didn't believe it. Laruku was dead; he had long been dead, replaced by some wicked monster that still possessed him now. His mother's son was dead. Only his father's son remained.
He had lived that morning because he couldn't do it, couldn't continue to raise his teeth and claws to his lover's throat. Perhaps they both would have died otherwise, but then that was how it should have been. Shut up! Shut up! Such a hindrance made no sense in light of all the other things he'd done. They should have died, bleeding and broken in the forest, writhing like vampires in the sunshine. Laruku dug his claws into the wall, so deep that it splintered harshly and his fingers bled. He could not walk further, but stood there, shaking violently and glaring furiously at the creature on the floor.
You should have died, he repeated harshly, inadvertently biting his own tongue because he could not feel it. You should have never been born. His mind burned, and his vision trembled. Blood filled his mouth, somehow spurring his rage again. I hate you. I hate you, I hate you! Ripping his claws from the wall and subsequently tearing out a slice of the wood, the hybrid lunged again.
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[html] Rachias had only stepped away from the hut for a short time, just long enough to find the small stream and once again fill the bucket with fresh water. She was on her way in to the lands, closing in on the shack, when she heard the ruckus coming from inside. Her first thought was that one of them, in their currently delirious state, had woken up in some sort of confusion. It wasn't until she heard the yelling that she thought different, a voice that was neither Jasper's or her father's. She dropped the bucket without a second thought, hurling herself toward the shack in a full out run. She was at the door in an instant, jerking it open just enough to get herself inside.
What she saw inside was not what she expected at all. Her father was lunging, trashing and ripping the place to shreds. There was also someone in the corner, someone that she didn't recognize. Her first instinct was to attack, to rid the shack of the one who might be causing such stress and harm, but her heart and mind would not let her. If she didn't stop him and get him back to resting, he could hurt himself. "Daddy!" She shouted suddenly, in some sort of lost hope that her voice would calm him, and she stepped out into his path, placing herself between her father and the stranger. If anything, he would at least get her, and then afterward she would take care of the stranger.
Her arms went out immediately as she placed herself between the two, moving in the same direction as her father's, attempting to grab them as soon as he came close enough. "Daddy it's me! It's Rachias!"
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He could not see, but he heard her voice. Of course the tawny male had been destined to fail in his attack. He was weak and could hardly stand, much less walk or run; the pads on his feet were swollen and sore, and he teetered precariously with every step. Her voice startled him and he swayed, falling again against the wall just to keep himself standing. Who was she? Daddy? Laruku offered a bitter, coughing laugh and did not directly face her because he could not see where she stood. Get out of the way, he snarled, once again tasting the blood in his mouth. He deserves to die, he deserves it. There was cackling laughter in his head, like a hyena, like a clown. For some reason, it calmed him. It felt normal.
I hate him, he told her with a tired sneer, I hate him because he turned into me, can't you see? I'm a fucking monster; I'm still a fucking monster.
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"No." She practically barked at him, unwilling to move from the place that she had put herself. He was confused and crazed and she could only hope that it was all because of the sickness that had taken him. The girl stepped forward once more, easing toward him. There was no telling when he might turn and start at it again, and she didn't want to take the chance. Ears slid forward some, sweeping in the words that she spoke, and she gave a slow shake of her head. Even now Rachias still didn't quite understand what had gone on with her father back then. He was two different people and yet, at the very same time, he was the same person. It was something that came and went, as far as she could tell, but it had been quite a long time since she had seen the other side of him, the one that everyone else was certain was dangerous. Had it come back?
"He's gone." She stated suddenly, the tone of her voice low and soothing. Rachias turned her head at that moment though, narrowing her eyes at the being in the corner, signaling him to keep his trap shut lest he wish to provoke the raving man once more. "He's gone now, far away from here." Could he hear the nervous stutter in her words? Could he smell the strange male still? "There aren't any monsters here either, it's just you and I daddy. Laruku and Rachias.." No one in the world, not even him, would be able to convince her that he was a monster of any type.
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DaVi can sneak in a reply whenever, lol. D;
Nothing ever really changed. The wind changed directions and blew one way or the other, but in the end, it was the same breeze being passed back and forth, and he was breathing the same stale air. And he was still there, still alive, because he still was as well. The scars on his throat had trapped him in his mind, and maybe for the while, he could no longer make him do any of the horrible things he'd done before. But no lock lasted forever, and once again, it seemed like people were gathering all around him. The fog was there and the air was so fucking familiar, and people were there, people he knew, people he cared about and that were foolish enough to care for him. Everything was the same.
No, no, no, he insisted, sliding down to the floor as the weary muscles in his leg gave in. You're wrong, you're wrong; he's still here. He'll always be here, don't you see? Don't you see? He's here because I was stupid, and that's why I should have died before any of this could happen. She was standing between them, that ghost from the past. He couldn't move anymore, but he continued to stare in DaVinci's general direction, a burning gaze that saw nothing. The rage had been swept up again by exhaustion and bitterness; he could never keep anything up for long. Laruku could smell nothing but the blood in his mouth, metallic. He hated that smell, that taste. Rachias... he muttered, repeating the name as if it were unfamiliar. You don't understand...
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ooc-poor poor Davi..
DaVinci was pressed against the corner of the shack as Laruku ranted and raved from the farside of the room. He wasn't for certain what exactly he'd done but it was obvious that he wasn't really welcome anymore. He wasn't for certain if he'd been welcome in the first place but now atleast he knew the answer to that. The door seemed to explode and then the light was gone again as another filled the space in the room. The voice that called out made him shake his head as he mouthed the word she'd spoken, Daddy? He turned his stormy eyes to the girl and tried to figure out just who she was until she granted her name, for Laruku, for daddy, not for him.
The cooing and calming from her voice for Laruku made him shrink farther into the corner as the anger from the male seemed to lick at his pelt like fire. His ears were pinned back against his skull as he came to realize that the girl actually was the madman's daughter, though DaVinci seemed to have missed a lot in the time he'd disappeared across the sea. The words he'd been granted from his relative made him turn his face away from those milky eyes that seemed to accuse and to place blame.. until with time he realized that Laruku hadn't been speaking about him.
The boy felt stupid with every word that the elder hybrid spoke as his insanity seemed to ring clearer in DaVinci's mind. Something had happened that he wasn't clear on but Rachias made one thing clear as she glared darts in his direction while she spoke. He wobviously wasn't wanted and she seemed to be daring him to announce that he hadn't indeed disappeared.. as dense as he'd been to notice that Laruku had been speaking on his own life and not that of Iskata's son, he wasn't that stupid. He kept to his corner and kept quiet, sinking down to the floor as his eyes took in a sight that he probably shouldn't have been allowed to bear witness to but there was no way around it.
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He began to ramble again, arguing things with Rachias that she didn't want to think or believe. She went down with him, despite how far away he still seemed, and dropped herself to her knees on the ground. In doing so, she inched herself forward a bit, bringing herself closer to him. She wanted to reach out to him and hold and hug him and assure him that everything was going to be fine. Rachias knew that she couldn't though, he wouldn't allow it or believe it, at least not in this state. He was right though, she really didn't understand. She didn't know why he was like that, what all that it meant, nor did she know the horrible things that his 'other side' had been a part of all. All she knew now was that this version of him here, the original one, was not at all happy with the other part of himself. This was the father that she loved, that she had devoted herself to and wanted so badly to make him love her back.
"If he comes back daddy, I won't let him stay." Her words were quiet and sad, a grim sort of promise. If he hated the other part of himself so much, it had to be for good reason, and for him alone Rachias would do whatever it took to keep it away, or rid her father of it, if the time ever came. In her head she knew what that could possibly mean, but aside from those words, she would never admit what may have to be done. "Let me get you settled down. You need to rest Papa." She inched forward again, reaching out a careful hand to him, trying to coax him into calming with her words.
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Sounds good to me! :o Let's put Laruku to bed real quick then?
Her words were comforting, even if he didn't believe them. It was always be there, the shadow in his mind, the hole in his soul that allowed him to do damnable deeds and laugh. He could deny it; he could supress it sometimes. It would fall silent for months only to return at a moment's notice. As long as he continued breathing, the other would as well. There was no cure for the mind's ailments. Even in the world of humans, their drugs could only put a pretty cover over the dirty monsters, not make them disappear.
She touched him and he suddenly remembered who she was. Someone who would not have existed if he had had a choice. Someone who had been through too much already. Someone who deserved better. Someone he was still terrified, terrified of hurting somehow, someday; whether by living or dying, he was destined to hurt her eventually. Okay, he conceded quietly, flattening his ears against his head like a child being scolded. For the while, he forgot about the ghost in the room.
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[html] He seemed okay, somehow back to himself, at the least. He always seemed to gentle and passive, at least that side of him, and that was the side that Rachias had become attached to. There had always been the chance that she would have gone either way. Somewhere, far in the back of her mind, she liked to think that her father had been able to fight off his other side for her sake. It was a selfish thought, she knew, but it was nice to think sometimes. Certainly, with Ryoujoku's guidance, she would have turned out to be a horrid little child. Things hadn't happened that way though, and now she was Laruku's little girl.
"You have us all very worried. Even friends coming to see you now." She hoped that the mention of other people wouldn't throw him back into a frenzy and, beyond that, she hoped that the frightened male in the corner was indeed a friend, lest she eat his face off. Using her arms to guide him, touching him and applying pressure gently, she attempted to lead him back to his makeshift bed, ignoring the stranger in the corner for the time. "We'll get you settled but then I have to go out for a bit. I'll come back and read to you after you rest." It sounded like something nice to to, anyways. Rachias had to hope that hearing a book wouldn't confuse him more, but rather offer some kind of comfort.
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He half-stood and stumbled back towards his heap of bedding, rolling onto his side. His breathing had slowed again, back to some almost-regular pattern of inhaling and exhaling, though it was still quicker than it should have been. Laruku still did not believe a word she said, but it was her voice that comforted him the most. The hybrid knew he had no friends. They were all dead or otherwise departed. All the people from once upon a time were gone, and he couldn't even remember their names or faces. Moments tossed to the wind, stolen away by time. People he'd cared about, people he'd despised. People he'd hurt, people who'd hurt him. There was no one left, really. Except his daughter's voice, floating in the white
He said nothing more, though he might have shifted his head to nod. Glazed over pink-red eyes stared straight ahead, passing over Jasper's bed to the wall beyond, seeing nothing still. He hated being taken care of.
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[html] She stood as he did and he went with her easily, which she was grateful for, all the way until the point that he was finally laying again. Rachias followed him down even, kneeling there beside him for a moment, just to make sure that he was as comfortable as he could be and settled in. She wondered if the fact that he had stood and went in to such a rage at all was a good sign. He had managed to get himself up and around, it had to mean something. She hoped it meant something. "I'll be back soon." She assured him, though she still wondered if he really understood her at all. With that said, she leaned in and placed a gentle 'kiss' against his head, before finally pushing herself to stand and face the stranger in the corner.
She eyed him a moment, half confused and half irritated, eyes locked on his form even as she neared the door. Just as she turned to open it, she lifted an arm to motion for him to follow her outside. She was expecting answers and she supposed that he had already assumed that.
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He watched the scene before him in bewilderment. He knew now that the girl was obviously Laruku's daughter but she could barely believe that the male had a daughter. Shaking his head to clear his mind from the thoughts that were spinning about he swollowed as Laruku was calmed down and placed to rest. His ears folded back against his skull as his eyes were met with those of the woman as she moved towards the door, reluctantly he followed the lass outside, waiting for her to pull the door shut as he sat in the dust, looking as guilty as he felt.
He raised those stormy eyes to meet those blue orbs before him as he began to babble, "I didn't meant to.. I knew he was sick but.. I.." he tried to gather himself as he just burst out. "I'm sorry!" He was, he was sorry for the monster he'd been, for the scene he'd caused.. and for the world he's just crashed into, a world that he'd thought he was long done with, or atleast being the bad guy in. His ears were pinned back against his skull as he turned his dark orbs away from the girl.
[html] Rachias was silent from the moment that she stepped away from her father to the moment that she was able to pull the door to the shack completely shut, trying to keep herself calm as to not make her father aware that something might be amiss. Even with the door shut, Rachias waited until she a bit of a distance away, a few feet if anything, before she finally would allow herself to speak. She turned to the male then, only to be bombarded by his words before getting a chance to speak herself. Arms cross over her chest after a moment, visibly frowning, and brows creased in concern. She didn't know whether to check and make sure the stranger was okay or if she should yell and scream her lungs out at him for causing such a ruckus.
"If you know him, what is his name?" She questioned him then, her voice serious and somewhat distant. Rachias knew that, even if the stranger could answer her question, it didn't mean that he still wasn't here to try and harm him in some way. Maybe he knew that her father was sick and had come to take him out while he was weak and unable to fight back. "And why are you here anyways, if you knew he was sick?"
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