[m] [aw] you'll be free, child, once you have died

Max Klein · 07-07-2012, 06:42 PM

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he's so awkward; you should have kissed her man!

There was something, some deep-bred desire in him that sought the opposite sex. He was not wise enough to know it for instinct, and he trusted it because Ezekiel had always told him to trust such things. Max did not believe in God, as Ezekiel spoke of Him, but figured that if there was something like that it would give feelings like this. It felt right; as right as it had when he had brought the hatchet down on the face of the wolf and cut him to bits.

Almost as suddenly they were running, no, flying, and Max found himself tailing behind her. Gunther was not a slow animal, but he had been right in his assessment of her own mare and fairly certain the race was lost before it begun. Still, he leaned forward and kept his eyes on her back, her silver-tipped hair, and when she looked back at him he felt something hot rush up in his chest. It surprised him so much he let out a gasping laugh, teeth bared to the world, and was glad he regained composure before they slowed to a bouncy trot.

With his hair tousled and teeth glinting, Max pulled along beside the dark girl. “Told you,” he echoed proudly. “You got the best of the bunch.” Then he leaned over in his saddle, extended one arm, and patted her horse firmly on the neck. “Fastest one I think I’ve ever seen,” he rattled on, and abruptly let his arm trail across her leg. Half-bent and lower than she was, he grinned up at her in a manner more sheepish than cheeky.

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