But this is not justice

Ephraim Fisher · 10-18-2011, 08:36 AM

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Only post for Ephraim. :3

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Something was going on.

The atmosphere in the cabin and in the surrounding area seemed to tense, but more tangibly the guards had been coming to and fro. They were preparing for something, and Ephraim had an idea of what. Finally the other packs had gotten tired of letting a tyrant kidnap their members, and they were going to do something where the Tribe itself had not.

The air was tense, dangerous. The Guardians seemed on edge as well. And Sky was sitting next to him grinning like a crazy bitch.

The old eunuch felt much love for the girl in that moment, and he was trying not to break into laughter before the Guardian she was staring at finally got fed up. He snarled at her, but she answered him without hesitation, stating that they were finished. The tables turned in their verbal battle immediately, with the Guardian growing uncertain as Sky continued to build everyone up for the battle that was to come.

This was their way out.

A grey hand rested briefly on the woman’s shoulder. “Be careful, precious one,” Ephraim stated. He had no idea how far she was planning, if she wanted to try to escape and destroy Maska herself as she had expressed in their little talk. He simply hoped that the AniWaya’s worries about the strength of the tyrant’s followers wouldn’t be valid; he wanted this to work, wanted to be free.

Even if he hadn’t been quite stirred up about it and would have happily worked as long as he was fed, Sky had ignited that spark of freedom in him. Perhaps it was his dog blood that had made him submit to the labor without caring, an unconditional will to follow whoever led him, but his dominant blood—that of the wolf—wanted to get out.

He realized that Sky might have thought he was admonishing her for her little display, and so quickly he grinned and gave her one last pat on the shoulder.

“Come on. Our time. Boom.”

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