They're going to be so fun. XD
The green grass was like an ocean of an unfamiliar sea, and Ezekiel drifted through this aimlessly. His head felt disconnected from his body, caught up in the current of the thing he had done. To kill was one thing. To stare at the mother whose son he had killed and admit such a thing was another. I’m sorry, he wanted to tell her. This will never end. Not here, not where the earth was made red by blood and his own fur reflected this, betrayed his bloodied hands and painted face.
His thoughts were broken suddenly by a noise from one of the large stones nearby. Ezekiel stiffened, ears swiveling. Though he was unable to pinpoint where the noise had originated from, he trailed towards the source with well-placed steps. With any luck he would find some food; that at least might take his mind away from the horrors he did not wish to face.
Quickly, he pulled the bow off with one hand and drew an arrow with another. Amber eyes stared ahead hawkishly, bow notched with practiced ease. He hoped it was something large.
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