Always bringing home strays

*Illie* · 12-29-2015, 06:51 PM

Illie had withstood the journey as well as a young child in immense amount of pain could. She was draped haphazardly across his back, and she felt every bump, every shift in the long long journey. She whimpered and cried at first, but that soon quieted as she slipped in and out of the deep blackness that threatened to swallow her whole. It scared her, it terrified her, it hurt so bad that she almost wished she could go back to the washing cold where she had spent an eternity in the darkness. But the hope still glimmered, like a new star in the sky, and she held on both physically and mentally.

When his voice broke through the fog she had to force herself to blink her burning eyes open. The light had dimmed, enough that it didn't hurt as much but it still hurt. She groaned as he called for someone, the sound cutting right through her skull and echoed through her very soul. When he crouched she stayed where she was for several heart beats before it clicked. Luckily it was easier going down than up. She slid from his back, not even attempting to catch herself as she fell to the ground with a soft fump and a groan. A small chuckle, broken but there, bubbled from her lips. "Rockslide." She whispered, smiling her pained smile and cracking one eye open to look up at the blur that was Valentine. She hoped his friend could help her…

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