vikiiiiiiiiiiiing
Even after nearly a month, there had been no improvement. The five-year-old had lied to everyone, including himself, about this. He walked with a limp, albeit it slight. Running could no longer be done for much longer than a few minutes before shooting pain ran up his bones and into his shoulder. When he had spoken to Enkiel about this, the jackal had been blunt (as he always was) and told him he would always hurt. How much he ended up hurting, it turned out, would depend on how much he refused to accept. So finally, Gabriel had to relent.
Ezekiel had sat with him and listened. He had said little, pointed out what Gabriel expected he would, but took the news with the same distance that Gabriel would have done so. It was a choice, but there was little choice in the matter. Without stability, Inferni would fall. The wolfish hybrid knew this well—he had seen it in his mother’s absence, and in the wake of those before her. After all they had fought for he would not risk anything further.
The Aquila walked from the guest house with that now ever-present limp, lupus form now permanent due to the injury. He traveled towards the larger building quietly, looking for the red-eyed girl who now led below him.
.mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; }
.mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;}
.mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;}
.mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;}
.mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;}
.mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;}
</style>
[/html]