the trivial sublime

[Ezekiel de le Poer]

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Given his belief of a higher being, the occult world was not one Ezekiel was stranger to. He knew the names and ranks of demons, and considered himself capable of identifying them in the hearts of men. It was doubtful to him that cards and drawings could really predict anything. Ezekiel let out a breath into the bustling area outside the tent, stepping aside as another wolf slipped in behind him. The amount of people was unwelcome to him—he did not enjoy feeling so claustrophobic and yearned for silence.

Amber eyes trailed to a pair of selcouth blue, and he found himself tensed by their color. Blue had always been unnerving to him; he had seen it in the eyes of madmen, seen it in his odd little brother with the peculiar ticks, and he associated it with negative things. The she-wolf was an odd looking thing. Had her scent not been so corrupted by the hustle and bustle around them, he might have caught Barrett’s upon her and known her as a comrade. As it stood, she was still a stranger to him…and one with a peculiar destiny, as it seemed. “It’s alright,” he finally said. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your session.”

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