[m] there is a two-fold silence

Caillen Winters · 06-05-2011, 11:29 PM

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His call ebbed out into the silence, stretching away from his location like ripples on placid waters. But the depths of this land was unknown, and the shadows that lurked within it did so with a fury bound by barbarian intent, a hunger for the blood of the man who had lain with his kin and poisoned her treacherous mind with words of hypocrisy and love.

There was to be no warning, no mercy or honor. Only the whistling that came with the arrow, a hunter of the cold wind that sought blood and destruction. Stone broke through thick muscle, embedding itself deep in the behemoth's thigh. For the single swift moment it took pain to register, the Winters male glanced down at the fluttering red feathers, and the ruby rivers that ran in trickles down his leg.

Had Ezekiel de le Poer been a luckier man, perhaps his eagle-aim could have fractured bone, or perhaps pierced most sensitive organ, and brought death on the swift wings of a dark-backed raven. But red fueled the madness within, and pain and fury manifested itself in a roar. The gentle giant was no longer - In its place a monstrous bull, enraged by the copper plumage of the fool who sought to taunt him. Slitter pupils caught the reflection of another's eyes, and with the blood-curdling cry still dying in his throat, Caillen reached down and snapped the arrow from his flesh like it was a mere twig.

Then, with insanity and a terrible pain burning sharply in his ever-blue eyes, the beast charged.

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