01-08-2009, 05:17 PM
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“I’m Ezekiel, but you can call me Zeke.” As was common, the boy neglected his surname. Fatin had drilled it into his head that the de le Poer (and by proxy of his father, the Lykoi) family carried a stigma. On top of that, they carried enemies. He understood this with the extent of how he understood the war, but accepted it because it had to be true. This was the same philosophy he carried in regards to God, even though he did not bear a dying son’s symbol as his father did.
At her given name he mouthed the word, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes turned dark. Chu. She had used that while saying you, but this context was different. Then, quite suddenly, he realized what she was saying. Shock washed over his face and turned his eyes wide, and he took a step back to regard her in context. “Lykoi? You’re a Lykoi?” But from who? His father certainly was out of the case. One idea, albeit it terrible, washed over him and turned his eyes vicious. “His name wasn’t Andre, was it?”
“I’m Ezekiel, but you can call me Zeke.” As was common, the boy neglected his surname. Fatin had drilled it into his head that the de le Poer (and by proxy of his father, the Lykoi) family carried a stigma. On top of that, they carried enemies. He understood this with the extent of how he understood the war, but accepted it because it had to be true. This was the same philosophy he carried in regards to God, even though he did not bear a dying son’s symbol as his father did.
At her given name he mouthed the word, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes turned dark. Chu. She had used that while saying you, but this context was different. Then, quite suddenly, he realized what she was saying. Shock washed over his face and turned his eyes wide, and he took a step back to regard her in context. “Lykoi? You’re a Lykoi?” But from who? His father certainly was out of the case. One idea, albeit it terrible, washed over him and turned his eyes vicious. “His name wasn’t Andre, was it?”