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| Cicero | Feb 11 2007, 05:50 PM Post #61 |
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totally not a guilt-tripper.
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She opened her eyes, sharp grey staring into his. Slowly, she let herself down, with a wince as an exquisite pain ran through her broken wing. Carefully, she pulled her jacket back over her abnormalities, cautious no one would see. People weren't quite as accepting as they seemed. "Thank you." |
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| Chesha | Feb 11 2007, 10:18 PM Post #62 |
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He paused, staring as she pulle don her jacket. How... Odd. Why do that? His tail wagged as he contemplated the meaning she gave behind the jacket. He came to no conclusions, but simply held out his hand. "We'll ask them where's the nearest hospital... And we can get your wing fixed. Right Air?" His tail wagged again, as if seeking, begging, pleading for a yes. "Everything will be fine." Right? Right, Air? Yeah, right, Kiddo. Just calm down long enough to see her int eh right light, and everything will be alright, becuas eyou're going to let go. In teh sterile wards and gleaming steel, everything looks better than it should. Yeah, Kiddo. SHe's gonna be alright, becuase she's having a battle with herself right now... Maybe she can let go, hey? Let go and let god. If her god's nice, he takes everyone. Rags hadn't heard Dak's spiteful words, but he whined all the same, like a child. Shyly, he glanced at her again before speaking up. "You're... You're pretty, Air..." And he hoped to god that she felt better. He was trying to make her better, through words, because it seemed that that sorta worked, she sorta looked up... ANd Air sorta started to come back before going almost completely away. |
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