[M] there's a fire starting in my heart

Ezekiel de le Poer · 04-25-2012, 02:40 PM

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these will probably get longer :| also that is a hot table

Death had never touched his family. It had, of course, but the Aquila had never been there to see it. He had once feared the mountain’s wrath when it came for his father, but only Marlowe had been lost. Gabriel was infallible. God was infallible. These were principles by which he lived and they allowed for no regret and no mercy. He believed in blood as if it was the only true religion. A scar dappled his chest, another his leg, two his eye and a much deeper and unseen one in the confines of his mortal soul.

A creature of night and of a most terrible kingdom stalked from the forest. It was covered in blood, massive and lean and familiar all at once. He had never looked more hellish, more savage then he did in that moment. And it was only a moment—words came, but they were words that meant nothing. Ezekiel watched his face and his body and knew he faced madness. He embraced it.

One arm was given in sacrifice to yellowing teeth and another went for the throat. Blood spilled freely from where the Thistle King’s jaws tore into his forearm, but Ezekiel was snarling and laughing all at once. He hurled himself into the attack. War was upon them; it was within them, it was them.

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