[M] there's a fire starting in my heart

Ezekiel de le Poer · 04-14-2012, 12:17 AM

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A starless night afforded cover, and his steps were silent. Ezekiel moved without fear—the attacks had come during the day, come in brazen madness and from the east. Yet…yet he could not forgo the doubt that lingered in his paranoid mind. Even now as he trailed through the Waste he saw glimpses of light in the corners of his eyes. Thrice he wheeled on it, and once he had caught the trickling of moonlight and fog on a night that gave no sight. He showed his teeth to the phantom and felt a terrible cold touch him deep in his belly. Something heavy rolled over there and he wondered, briefly, if it was his soul.

The Aquila traveled two-legged and unarmed, a gold-black shape moving against the wind. He moved with purpose, as terrible as it was. His trust was nonexistent these days and apparent. Even Max, who he considered the closest thing to true council he had, was met with aggression. War made for madness, but the paranoia within the de le Poer had been long standing.

He left the Waste behind and made fair time crossing Drifter Bay. The pace of the wolf was his—as his father before him—and it was made apparent when he traveled. As he neared the edge of the no-man’s land that separated their kingdoms, a red crown rose high atop his head. Dark nose turned to the air, and he scented with his mouth open, ivory teeth showing and tongue lolling in the night. Silver flashed at his throat. The Lion of Judah stood in silence, waiting.

He would come.

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