[m] there is a two-fold silence

Caillen Winters · 06-06-2011, 12:21 AM

[html]

table © sie

All he knew was pain and anger - It was as if Caillen's crystal world had been thrown into the pits of hell. Everything was flames, and burning, and there could be no redemption this time. The years of his life - Years of mistreatment, lies and heartache - burned as bright as any anger could, for this was the last time he would be challenged.

Eyes focused on the arrow-man, and the pupils within them burned, burned with the look of one so far past anger that there could only be a deep confusion, a deep blackness. He sought death, and within it, a finality to these lifetimes of simple and empty loneliness. There had to be more. Ezekiel's life was a small price to pay for the end to this torture in which he existed.

The smaller man moved forward to meet him, and he was faster than the enraged beast. Sharp claws sliced through thick fur and heated flesh, leaving trenches across the giant's ribs. But there was no sensation of pain, only that peaking sense of confusion-rage, and the desire to eliminate this weaker creature from existence. Even as the rusty scent of blood permeated the sweet summery air, and sticky wetness spread over his side, the stag was tossing his head in fury. A massive clawed hand sought the other's throat, although the gargantuan swing was a little too slow, and instead sought the flesh of the man's upper arm.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?