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Ezekiel de le Poer · 06-16-2011, 11:19 PM

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To be transplanted into the realm of mythology was to turn them into what they truly were; his sister a mermaid, a harpy, a pretty face that would lure men to their deaths. Ezekiel was a skinwalker who changed into the wendigo, and he consumed and destroyed all in his path. The boy had died; Caillen had died. One day he would reveal his horrible teeth and come after those who stood in his path—but for now he wore the mask of a coyote and settled into the life of a man forced into doing what he did not wish. Capable, yes, but still unwilling.

Rolling his amber-colored eyes the coyote continued to play with her hair. He had always found her the prettier of the pair, given his motley collection of colors and scars. Her hair was particularly beautiful, thick and wavy in a way his was not. Ezekiel’s hair had always been unruly. Even when she didn’t try, Talitha looked perfect. He wondered if this was part of her siren’s song.

It startled him, then, at her desire to remove herself as a leader. Ezekiel drew back from her, staring. His eyes and face betrayed his doubt, but as he looked into her eyes, he saw she had decided. He sighed and looked back out to the sea. “If that’s what you want,” he submitted, shifting his toes in the rocky sand. “And Sage isn’t stupid, Tali. She’s just young. I chose her for a reason; trust me on that.” A silent warning not to push—he had plans, always, plans to change the way Inferni had come off. Bared teeth with a wagging tail; this was how they would be.

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