[m] there is a two-fold silence

Ezekiel de le Poer · 06-06-2011, 09:59 PM

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His heart thudded in his chest from exertion, pumping hot blue-blood through the Barbarian-King’s veins. This battle had cost him; his arm stung from where a deep slash had punctured flesh, and his face throbbed from taking several blows there. He was lucky the swelling had not begun yet; he had time yet to soak in cold water and prevent such a thing. One hand pushed him back onto his feet despite his sister’s odd words, and he ran his tongue along his teeth. It had not been severed, but punctured by his own razor sharp teeth. His hand lowered and ripped the red-tipped arrow from the thigh of the great behemoth.

Winters.

His heart skipped a beat. Ezekiel’s eyes widened in the darkness, pupils swallowing the night until all that remained of color was a faint ring of gold. He did not turn to look at his sister, nor the body of the man who she called her lover, who shared blood with his mentor. The Aquila stared into the darkness in silence.

Then as she struck, like the snake she was, he began to laugh. It was a harsh, raw sound; more akin to a raven’s cry than any other beast. He turned to face her then, eyes glowing in the starlight. “I see why father saw fit to make you our voice. You’re a heartless bitch.” Humor lingered in his tone, but his face was mad fury. She was playing with fire. “I’ll leave at dawn. You get that body off my land and clean his scent off you. There are plenty of other worthless men you can fuck here, aren’t there dear sister?” Another blow, intended to shame her. He knew of her past. He knew she would run to them now that the wolf-dog was gone.

Brushing the arrow-head off on his own fur, Ezekiel walk-staggered towards where he had dropped his own items. He would have enough time to clean himself and sleep before leaving. For now all he could do was step away from the truth of the matter, and behave in the mechanical way he had learned to live for so long.

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