This fire burns inside of me

Scorpius D'Angelo · 05-04-2012, 04:58 PM

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In the light of the blooming morning a post man arrived in the form of a shadow. The fingertips that touched the loose satchel were gray with dust and smudged dark splotches on the faded brown leather. Deep crimson eyes scanned the landscape that he had not seen in several months, one eye gleaming in the light and taking on a haunting glow beneath the half-skull mask he wore.

“Anathema…” His voice was a low, velvety rumble, almost as if he was speaking to a fond lover. He had roamed, but nothing could compare to this place, his true home.

There had never been a doubt in his mind that he would return home, but the events that transpired over the last couple weeks were what drove him back to his home now. The thought still made his jaw clench and his eyes narrow, a grumble of irritation grinding in his throat. “No,” he told himself and shook his head, his fist tightening around the satchel.

Naniko’s son had traveled non-stop to get back to her, leaving from the north a half moon ago and never stopping save to take care of the necessities… eat, sleep, shit… With him he carried the package and a message; news of a death, or a rebirth, depending on who received it. Something had distorted the wolf while he was gone, a fact reflected in the very air around him and he glared through the morning and into Anathema. He wanted to walk right into the pack lands, to return to the cavernous maze that was the family’s home, but despite everything that had changed he knew one thing remained the same: Naniko doesn’t take shit from anybody.

Tipping his nose to the violet-sienna sky, he let out one long, solemn howl. For all that had changed inside of him, there was a note beneath it all that still called for mommy.

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