my daddy's got a gun
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[html]The day had come.



From the moment that Kaena’s voice had rose up to cut through the air, Hezekiah knew that the day when things would start to roll had come. They hadn’t quite rolled up to their front door, but there had certainly been enough energy and commotion for weeks to keep alert and tense. Even though there had been a certain cadence about it which kept him from being too much of one thing or not enough of another, he had slowly grown more eager to spill blood much in the way of his brethren.



Now that time had come. It didn’t matter so much from where he had come from as how quickly he arrived; hot on the heels over others there, Hezekiah had long bristled and curled his lips back in a snarl at the sight of the wolves. Who and what they were didn’t matter to him. Whatever the situation was didn’t matter either — he was loyal and as ever, willing to prove his own place in their twisted little daisy chain. He saw not mother and son and loyal subjects, but creatures worthy of ringing their borders with bleach-white skulls.[/html]


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