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Abnormal-Child	Jul 12 2008, 10:15 PM
Administrator Posts: 538 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 13, 2008	After lumbering for a distance, Giggles slowed his paces as stitched crept into his side, forcing a uncomfortable slow pace to be made. With a huff he rose up onto his legs and let his thick arms swing heavily at his sides as he trekked onwards down the dusty brown track. He had became aware of the dog at his heels for a time now, the mutt’s breathing was rather load and annoying, most likely tired from keeping up with his pace. Stupid uncultured creatures. He had tried waving it away, in shouting a bit but he didn’t get much more than a bark before it came back on his heels. Drawing his attention from the road as he stumbled onwards, he drew his eyes up to the sky and gazed over the cloud splattered sky. White mostly from what he could see, rain wouldn’t come for a time but it would be rather refreshing seeing he had grown rather sweaty and dirty from the run but it was only going to get worse the further he went. It watched idly for a moment as a spec burst from the cloud layer and plummeting down toward him at a alarming rate. He thought nothing of it at first but quickly his eyes grew large and a thick frown formed over his bony face. It was a ship, a small vessel, but a shit all the same. Suddenly realising events before him he went to retreat but saw the sudden change in movement as the pilot must have pulled up, with same haste he imaged. Strange the things that goes though ones mind in a moment of danger. The vessel roared over head, while the following dog came toppling behind him into the back of his legs with a yelp. The dog quickly responded with a angry bark of anger just as Giggles let out a roll of angry coughing as a thick cloud of spoke from the vessel fell over himself and the dog. It took some time for the smoke to clear and more time for Giggles to recover from a violent coughing fit. His throat was raw by this point and his skin prickly from the heat of the smoke. With a moment of confusion he staggered toward the vessel, the dog still on his heals. Certainly was a vessel for sure he thought to himself with a smile as he moved closer to the ruins, even if it was a hell of walk to get there. Couldn’t say he much had the energy or the care to run there. Taking his time he clambered over the wreckage with some care not to burn himself while keeping a eye out for any signs of survivors. Truth be told he was rather amazed to find a funny looking fella with a knock to the noggin with breathing. Taking a moment to create him over with his bit mitts he took a hold of the scuff of the fella’s neck and lifted him clean off the floor and set him down on stop of his back pack just behind his thick neck where the fella balanced rather well. With a huff he turned and scrabbled off of the ship best he could and made his way into the golden fields and off toward the closed track he could see while on board the ship. Best find a healer he thought, best get someone who understand how to make these little humans tick.


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