[M] crash, crash out of control

Ezekiel de le Poer · 06-26-2012, 02:32 PM

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When his father had come to him, wounded and blunt as always, Ezekiel had not known what to make of him. The wolfish king who called himself a coyote was not as sympathetic or understanding as his son, and it was a fault of their stark differences. To be raised by strangers was to not know his father until he was nearly a man. Gabriel was somehow distanced from him, and he had been merciless when Ezekiel had argued the point. In the end, he had obeyed because he was a son who had been raised to do such a thing. Gabriel was his God when God had been silent and absent.

When his father abandoned him, he had lost the true faith. Now what lingered was remnants of these ideas, and the singular truths he had come to understand. Ezekiel believed in prophecy and demons. He believed that God was cruel. He believed that what he was doing now was justified by these reasons and he felt only personal empathy for this woman’s plight. She was a child once, like him, and she too had lost her father to the road and the wilderness. Inferni was, save for the singular presence of Kaena, a land of orphans and wayward souls.

He lifted one hand and clasped her forearm—it was a warrior’s handshake, one left to him by Tristan. Amber eyes, the same shade as his father, as the woman behind the redhead, stared into her own blue as if he was capable of seeing her soul. “You’ll do more than I was ever capable of,” he promised her, knowing this was true. He had never wanted the crown or the throne.

A pause. “And,” he added, finally releasing her. “You best tell Vesper what you really think of her. Don’t miss your chance,” his voice fell, sadly. Kastra was gone and he had been too foolish to chase after her. Maybe now, he could. Maybe he would find her out there and tell her what he had intended to.

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