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><i>'Why are you doing this?,' she asked, pain in her >huge green eyes. > >Majhiik rested a hand on his eldest daughter's head, >his long fingers trailing silently through her >headfur. Her lower lip quivered and she took a step >closer to him, reaching to grab his leanly muscled >arm. For a long moment, there was quiet, soft emerald >meeting steel blue. The air crackled with feelings - >sadness bordering on despair, an overwhelming sense of >responsibility, and a love that only a father and >daughter can share. > >She submitted to the intensity in his eyes and >released his arm. In turn, he began to stroke her >sunrise-coloured mane, then pulled her into his chest, >free arm rising to lock her in a tight and fierce hug. >'Meriel.. I can't tell you. But I'll return, I >promise.' The lie glittered for a fraction of a second >in his eyes, but he quashed the guilt, for it seemed >to comfort her. > >Majhiik withdrew his arms and took a step away from >her. At first it seemed the blue vygun was ready to >follow him, leaning forward onto her toes.. but she >settled back onto her heels soon after, bowing her >head submissively. 'Well.. I guess that's just the way >it goes, isn't it, father?' > >He attempted a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. >'Yes, Meriel. It is. Good bye.' The male turned, >spines flattening in a wave as a thrill of confusion >creeps through him. He swept down the corridor that >his daughter had stopped him in on his way out of the >Fleet complex, disappearing around a corner. > >In truth, he had told two lies that night.</i> > >Majhiik isn't entirely sure of what he's doing, though >he knows he must be confident. Two six-fingered hands >clench the handle of the makeshift cart, and moments >later.. > >.. the vygun and the wheelbarrow come tumbling into >the deathly silence of the Den. > >He had taken it at a full run lest it snap closed on >him or something equeally dismal - clearly he knows >nothing about opening and traveling in portals, though >he had, naturally, practiced before he had come. > >The front wheel of the cart bumps and rattles over the >bloody ground, and the golden vygun twists a little to >make sure the heavy thing doesn't tip over. He moves >forward a few more paces, tail snapping to one side >and fin folding tightly down, and lets the portal fall >closed. The room goes black and he inhales sharply, >eyes going wide to scrape for any light possible. He >didn't think that it would be quite so severe.. >though, now that he thinks again, he curses himself >for not predicting it. > >Setting the wheelbarrow down so it stands alone, he >swings his pack off his spiny back and kneels >carefully upon the ground, lank hands riffling through >his belongings.. a-ha. Though he didn't predict such >dank surroundings, he <i>did</i> come prepared. > >From the pack he procures a sort of headset - a strap >goes around his forehead and the back of his skull, >under his floppy ears. Another goes over the top of >his head, flattening the headfur in a mildly >uncomfortable manner. A little light is set in the >front, which he flicks on, filling the area around him >with a little globe of light. It doesn't help very >much. The vygun rolls back to his feet with a frown, >picking up the wheelbarrow and starting off in a >random direction. In a few moments he calls softly >out, voice ringing loudly in the silence. > >'Anyone here?' > >An overwhelming sense of loneliness fills him.

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