breath in and pull the trigger

Max Klein · 04-25-2012, 10:48 AM

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There was only a loose structural hierarchy within Inferni, and as such, the instinctive drives were lessened to the point of familiarity. With strangers Max could show his true character, but here he was a well-trained (if not well-mannered) boy of the clan. Man, now—he had not been a boy for many moons now and it showed. A toothy smile cut across his face, showing his too-long canines. “You can for now,” he commented, and motioned for her to follow.

He trailed towards the back of the grounds, and motioned to the bow in her hand as he began speaking. “When you fire, you will hold it by the wood part; the limbs. You can think of it as a part of your arm—a weapon must always be a part of you, regardless of what it is.” Ezekiel’s words, coming through his mouth. Max had not realized he had memorized them before. “We’ll start simple, though,” he added, and wagged his tail behind him.

They trailed out to the woodland just beyond the fence, and after several yards came to a halt. There was a small clearing ahead and a tree marked by paint. Max pulled his bow off. “Right now, I just want you to learn how your arms should be. Watch me,” he instructed, and pulled an arrow from his side. His arms moved instinctively, forming a sharp line at his shoulders. The stance was flawless. Above all else, Max was a terribly gifted weapon. He relaxed and turned to the older woman.

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