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

Ezekiel de le Poer · 05-02-2012, 12:14 PM

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They were not the symbols that had chosen them. They were baser things, flesh and blood, and they had no purpose for metaphorical language between them. It was better this way—it was right this way. Ezekiel had been a liar for so long that now, when his world was cracking from the outside, this façade would fall. A cannibal ghost consumed his soul, his mind, and he gave into it now as he had never before.

Each blow was met with a breath of air, an exhale, a gasp of pain. It was an intimate thing, as primal and instinctive as sex, as raw and uncontrollable as a summer storm. Deep grooves were torn into his arm and released. Ezekiel scrambled back, steadied himself. Sirius was magnificent in his fury.

A massive weight collided with his chest, and Ezekiel gave into it. He hit the ground hard and sharp pain rushed up his spine. His hind leg kicked up solidly, flat and hard against the belly of the beast. A cry of outrage escaped him as he hurled Sirius over him. In an instant the Aquila wheeled, leapt to his feet, and launched himself onto the back of the Thistle King. His teeth sank into the thick scruff of loose fur and flesh at the neck to try and secure purchase. Hot blood splattered from his arms as they reached wildly, attempting to grapple the massive Secui body below him.

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