:END: LaF Audition PART 2: ArrivalI don't remember how many times I read that haunting letter, over and over. Who could have such powers as to take away something so abstract? According to the letter, I wasn't the only one, and judging by the supreme lack of care for taking away the emotions of the only thing I cared about, we would probably be fighting over our possessions.
Normally, I would have shrugged this off as hate mail and thrown it out. But this wasn't hate mail. It was an opportunity to get my brother back, metaphorically speaking of course. I couldn't screw this up
Switching into my smaller, more compact feral form, I raced up the wooden staircase and down the left-side hallway to my room on the right. Inside was a small bed with pale green covers (the color of my brother's eyes ) and various posters plastered over my walls, mainly of bands and such. Going back to anthro form, I grabbed a small leather bag, and started packing. I packed a few shirts, two pairs of jeans, a flashlight, a bottle of