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 Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 1:39 pm
Aekepi didn't feel very well right now. Not that he HAD felt well for the last past month. He hadn't heard or seen his fathers, and he could only assume they were dead. He had been on his own out here for that long already, and he was starting to get the hang of the law of the concrete jungle. He was quick - or had been quick. He was slowing down a lot lately, and some of the people that hated him around here were taking full advantage of that.
Right now, he was leaned back against a wall in one of the safer alleys in town, eyes closed, and hand resting over his pounding heart. Before too long, he left that place, and started off again, eyes darting. Shifty. Watching for anything. He eyed the cars on the road, and watched as pedestrians crossed the busy street. He wanted none of that. Back he went into the darkness, starting to feel tired. Dizzy.
It wasn't as though he didn't know what it meant. It was more along the lines of not WANTING to know what it meant that kept him moving quickly through the back-ways, even though his chest was now on fire. He stopped after he could run no further, and staggered a few paces, fully meaning to get back up. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. He barely managed to catch himself as he fell to the ground. Then, his arms went jelly, and he was forced to drop completely, having time only to roll onto his side as blackness claimed him. Right in the middle of the street.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 2:06 pm
"Ach! ********, Rav, y'see that s**t?" Seamus' scratchy voice rang out as he watched a boy fall to the street, and elbowed his tall friend, chuckling a bit. He continued to walk away, fully intending to ditch the kid in the streets of the slums, knowing quite well the rules of the land, when he realized Ravji wasn't with him. "...eh?"
The four-armed teen was knelt by the side of the fallen boy, brushing the hair gently from the tailed kid's forehead. "Quiet yourself, Seamus. He is a friend of mine. We will remove him from this place." Ji lifted him in his strong, lower pair of arms, and rejoined his friend, smiling briefly.
"Let us return to your home."
And they did. Ravji entered the tiny apartment's kitchen to cook something, while the grumpy Seamus was left with a passed out Aekepi's head in his lap, lounging on the couch. "This is some bullshit, yanno."
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 2:41 pm
The coyote lay quiet in Seamus' lap, eyes closed, and breathing shallow. After a few moments, he started to stir, making a small whimpering noise in his throat as he came to. The first thing he saw was Seamus - but he was too weak to react. Instead of his initial, and desired, reaction of flailing away from the stranger, he simply gave a strained, soft yelp, his eyes rolling in panic. Where was he?! He found himself regaining strength enough to struggle, so struggle he did, though it was pathetic, and nowhere near the realm of effective. He DID, however, manage to get his teeth to work. A few snaps was all he could do, and none of them managed to even remotely connect. He was outmatched. And the sudden, burning, pain in his chest knocked him flat on his back again faster than a one-hit K.O. He wanted to scream, but that previous strength had left him. All he could do was lay there, and stare up at the unfamiliar ceiling.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 2:46 pm
"EH?! WHA'TH'ELL is WRONG with ya?!" Seamus, showing restraint for once, didn't hit Aekepi, or throw him from his lap, but instead scowled down at the boy, folding his arms aross his muscular chest. Ravji, with three mugs of tea and a tea pot, strolled into the room, his warm chuckle liquid heat as he set all four items on the coffee table, and raised his brows at the pair.
"Maybe he thinks you are ugly, Seamus."
"Eh, ******** you, I'm gorgeous."
The long-haired teenager moved so Aekepi could see his face, and lightly touched the younger boy's cheek, smiling. "It is okay, Aekepi. You are safe."
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 2:51 pm
Even though his body was not exactly capable of such movement, Aekepi flung his arms around Ravji's neck, and clung. A familiar place! Someone he knew! Tears started to trickle down his cheeks, and he buried his face in Ravji's chest, sobbing hard. By now, he'd become so exhausted, nothing really mattered anymore. Crying was not helping the fact that his breathing left much to be desired - but he had his right. After all, with all that had happened to him, he was lucky to even be alive.
He didn't even pay ATTENTION to Seamus. All he was consumed with was the teen he was clinging to. And he wasn't about to let go for some stupid white scaled freak. Even though he was pretty much a freak himself. With fur, not scales... But same thing.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 2:57 pm
Ravji didn't comment on the tears, even though Seamus sneered a bit, and simply lifted Aekepi until he could sit with the younger Fable cradled in his lap, stroking the boy's hair. "Calm yourself. You need to take slow, careful breaths. I am not going anywhere."
Seamus, a bit disgruntled with being ignored, picked up a small bottle of whiskey, and proceeded to pour some into his tea mug, causing a sigh from the oldest boy, his head shaking slightly. Shrugging, Seamus took a long swallow, and seemed to relax, melting back into the sofa. "Whaddya think 'appened to the lil' f**?" The boy didn't say the comment to be insulting, it was simply the way he spoke, and how he made judgements, especially about boys who cried and fainted and stuff. Ravji was used to it. His long, pretty hair had been the source of frequent taunting.
"I suppose we shall find out when he is capable of speech, mmn?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 3:04 pm
Aeka nuzzled quietly into Ravji, and sniffled a few more times before the tears stopped. His body was thin enough that the teen probably could have lifted him with one hand, had he the inclination. His color was horrible. Pale as death. His hands and feet ice cold. Most notably, also his fingers. He spoke, and it was in a voice that was rusty from disuse or constant use - either one, really.
"House... burned down.... Dads... dead....I...."
He started reliving the scene, and his eyes stared straight ahead as he described what his fatigued and fever-wracked brain sent to him. Hallucinating. But this had happened too many times. He was used to watching it.
"I came home from school today... and flames.... fire.... all over the walls... burning... charring..... Dad is in there... Both Dads are in there. And I can only stand here and watch. I...."
He started to trail off, hands growing colder.
"Left my pack... in the woods... Had to. Would be stolen.... otherwise.... "
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