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Aug 10, 2006 18:18

Sometime, he wasn't sure when exactly, he had stopped to rip off a piece of his shirt, and tie it snuggly around his foot. He'd long ago grown accustomed to the empty feeling in his stomach, giving up on food when his only options were high up in trees that he couldn't well climb with one foot cut open along the bottom ( Read more... )

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armoredboy August 11 2006, 01:32:45 UTC
Al had sent Moril home and spent the night up a tree. He'd hidden from a small pack of deinonychi, and come across a triceratops which had been thrilling. He'd stopped to quietly admire the big, quiet creature and rest his legs, but no more than five minutes. He had more important things.

It had been thinking of how much he'd wished Ed was there, for them to talk about the animals and the unexplored ground, that had gotten him moving again. And thoughts of how tired his brother probably was. And ....

He vaulted lightly over a large, downed tree and landed in a silent crouch, surveying for any carnivors.

What he saw made his ankle give, and he fell forward onto his knees, then scrambled gracelessly across the small clearing, practically careening aross the still-soft ground to stop in front of his brother, reaching a hand out to brace himself against the tree behind him so he didn't crash into him.

"B-brother!" His voice sounded a little scratchy. He couldn't help beaming.

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equalexchange August 11 2006, 01:39:57 UTC
Edward had tensed up at the sound of rustling and thumping. And now it was coming closer. He curled tighter, gritted his teeth, and went to swipe with his right arm.

The only thing that stopped him was the familliar voice. His fist stopped mid-air, his head lifting slowly.

He peered up at Al with bleery eyes. Tiny scratches crossed his cheeks, his nose, his lip, leaving thin trails of half-dried, half-smudged blood down his face.

He lowered his arm hesitantly. "...Al?"

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armoredboy August 11 2006, 02:25:41 UTC
Al's eyes widened. Oh god Ed was a mess and he looked exhausted and there was blood-

But he was all right, and Al was there to take care of him, now. And though he knew his brother was injured, he couldn't stop himself from flinging himself forward and hugging Ed.

"Yes," he said, fervently. "I found you again. I'm going to help you home, okay?"

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equalexchange August 11 2006, 02:31:46 UTC
Edward winced and let out an involuntary, strangled sort of yelp. "Y-yeah," he finally managed, sucking in another sharp breath. Damnit, he wasn't one to be unappreciateive of his brother's affections, but fuck that hurt something aweful.

Though, it could have been worse. He could have been a giant suit of armor. Edward smiled, laughing dryly. "You made sure to track the way you came in, right?" he asked, "'cause I'm so fucking lost."

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