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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #c48d85; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]and͠ I w̙͐a̗͘n̠̓t ̨̄a̩̓ mom̶̜̿eṋ̌t̞͐ t̘̋ŏ̝ ̺͞be r̳͘é͚al
Frail in body and soul, it came as simple misfortune the vixen fell sick easily. Locking herself inside a home that did not even truly belong to her, attempting to manage it herself, the former medic simply let herself disappear. Better not to bother anyone. Better not to spread anything.
Her father was not so simple to avoid. He found her eventually. Seeing as she fell sick so soon after his arrival, it came as inevitability he'd be the first to realize. So tending to her, and tending to his brothers within the Typhoon began to take all his time. She wished she could simply be better. Stronger. Steadier. To give him some peace and rest.
So the scrawny fox did her best to fight. Keep a little busy. A little hopeful. Quietly tending to house plants. Reading. The homey little cottage did not belong to her. That had been lost in the tremors. But she knew the one who called it his, and she waited patiently for the day he'd come back. Kiira would take care of it until he did. He deserved that. For all the nights he stayed awake, filling her head with stories and heart with kindness. He deserved the world.
As the strength finally begin to return to the small vixen, the former medic found herself stepping onto the porch for the first time in a long time. Her mitch-matched hues flickered. Antsy. Guilty. Though she no longer felt ill, she felt bad. To leave her clanmates alone so long. Were they okay? It felt so quiet now...
Without words, she settles on the porch quietly, laying down as her ears perked. Watching. Listening. As the day began to start.
[/td][/tr][/table]Her father was not so simple to avoid. He found her eventually. Seeing as she fell sick so soon after his arrival, it came as inevitability he'd be the first to realize. So tending to her, and tending to his brothers within the Typhoon began to take all his time. She wished she could simply be better. Stronger. Steadier. To give him some peace and rest.
So the scrawny fox did her best to fight. Keep a little busy. A little hopeful. Quietly tending to house plants. Reading. The homey little cottage did not belong to her. That had been lost in the tremors. But she knew the one who called it his, and she waited patiently for the day he'd come back. Kiira would take care of it until he did. He deserved that. For all the nights he stayed awake, filling her head with stories and heart with kindness. He deserved the world.
As the strength finally begin to return to the small vixen, the former medic found herself stepping onto the porch for the first time in a long time. Her mitch-matched hues flickered. Antsy. Guilty. Though she no longer felt ill, she felt bad. To leave her clanmates alone so long. Were they okay? It felt so quiet now...
Without words, she settles on the porch quietly, laying down as her ears perked. Watching. Listening. As the day began to start.
© MADI