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

Ezekiel de le Poer · 05-02-2012, 12:58 PM

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Between them there was something ancient. They were brothers at war for eternity, men trapped in the crux of a destiny that could not be denied. Ezekiel felt compact muscles bunch under his body, below the thick mess of fur now stained by blood. He held taunt with his teeth, lion-like, and would have kept this purchase if not for a sharp and blinding pain in his left hand. It yanked him with such force that he was thrown bodily through the air, taking skin and flesh and fur with him.

His shoulder hit the ground hard, sending him skidding in the grass. One hand dug into the earth and hoisted him to a low crouch. Half-hunched, he snarled a furious response to the King. Blood seeped freely from his arm and wounded hand, splattered his body and dripped from his mouth. Dust coated his brilliant pelt, and wet saliva forced sections of it into strange, bristled patterns at odds with the black-gold fire rippling along the length of his spine. A silver medallion flashed at his throat, hanging in the air. Dark whiskers curled up towards his muzzle, crinkled into a hellish snarl.

His ears flattened against his head and he rushed forward, dropping to four legs despite his shape. This lasted only until he leapt forward, arms reaching, intending to throttle the mad King.

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