08-05-2008, 12:38 AM
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He was a feisty little bugger. A thin smile crept over Ahren’s face and did not meet his eyes, which were remarkably dark and calculating. The wolf knew he was playing with fire, but he had been doing that for years. Long before he had started setting cars aflame and burning churches to the ground. “All traitors do,” he said, voice almost a purr. His hands began toying with the glass counter, drawing old symbols in the dust. Most of them he didn’t remember, their meanings lost in the space and time that had been filled with sunspots and heroine. “But the rabbit wasn’t responsible, now was he?” Grinning, half-mad, like his father and his father’s father before him.
He was a feisty little bugger. A thin smile crept over Ahren’s face and did not meet his eyes, which were remarkably dark and calculating. The wolf knew he was playing with fire, but he had been doing that for years. Long before he had started setting cars aflame and burning churches to the ground. “All traitors do,” he said, voice almost a purr. His hands began toying with the glass counter, drawing old symbols in the dust. Most of them he didn’t remember, their meanings lost in the space and time that had been filled with sunspots and heroine. “But the rabbit wasn’t responsible, now was he?” Grinning, half-mad, like his father and his father’s father before him.