| Subject: Worry... |
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Orlando::Aladore
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Date Posted: 10:16:00 12/10/02 Tue
His face became more filled with anxiety with every passing second, could it be that he had bonded just to see his late-hatched bondheart fail and die?
Hang on in there Al, I'll go and see Tegan and Scorpione, maybe they'll be able to help!
The black made a small, pained whine...
He sprinted up the beach at top speed, shaking his wind-blown hair free of salt, it lost it's carefully moulded ridge shape and fell back to it's naturally curly state. As he ran over to Tegan, the small black, contrasting strongly with the white of his top, could be seen in the crook of his arms, breathing, but very weakly, alive....but only just.
"Please, help him! I'm already do attatched! I don't know what I'll do if Al dies...." He turned from Tegan to Scorpione, speaking to the white in turn, his tone became more urgent. "There must be something you can do to save him! A place he can go..." He trailed off, despairingly. His eyes mirrored the falorn blacks, devoid off life, despondent. His face, lined with care, held a lost expression...
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