the breaking of the second seal

Ezekiel de le Poer · 05-23-2012, 03:15 PM

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PP Henrik as much as you want; horseback combat for now, then we can all get down to the nitty gritty and what not ;>

Something drove them, beyond revenge, beyond securing the safety of their homes. It was a bloodlust, plain and simple, and it had been the driving force between them since their first meeting. Ezekiel could not deny what he was in plain presence of the earth-colored coyote. The difference between them was one of fire and ice. They would destroy each other, if given the chance, and oh how they had tried.

There should have been something, then, to announce them. A horn, a summons, a cry from some angel or some god yet unknown. Ezekiel looked upon the half-hidden camp without mercy. He would kill because it was his right, and he would kill because it was his burden. An arrow was notched, its pointed tip just beyond his red fingertips. Fletching from the red birds marked them as his own. A heel dug into Viggo’s side and the stallion tossed his mighty head, ushering forth their charge with a bellowing whinny.

He flew, atop the massive horse, silent and half-snarling, half-smiling, as the enemy rose before them. A massive wolf, dark and scarred, armored in glimmering and worn metal let forth a deep howl. Ezekiel let the first arrow fly and watched it tear past the man’s face, ripping his cheek. Now, the first blood was his. The wolf roared in response and hurtled forward on his own horse, a pale stallion whose eyes were already rolling, and war was upon them.

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