03-17-2009, 05:44 PM
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The dream had come again. A woman bound and gutted, thrown onto a cross and high in the air. Pikes cut her feet and sent blood pouring like a river, and her eyes rolled, wide, lifeless. She continued to bleed, bleeding more and more and more before a familiar voice cut through his nightmare like a knife. Gabriel’s eyes snapped open in the darkness and he felt that familiar fury reverberating in his chest. He rose and left the cave, aware of his son stirring and waking in his absence. It didn’t matter. Ezekiel knew better then to approach his father in such a state.
Gabriel did not stop, and when he reached the border found himself greeted with two wolves. Both stood taller then he, but the Aquila did not fear this. He feared nothing but God Himself. Impulse roared and demanded he cut down the blue-eyed man then and there, but his companion prevented this. Reason held him like a cold vice; the same discipline that his mother had instilled in him.
The doggish male remained standing, lupus form clearly at a disadvantage were this to become violent. He was aware of this. He was aware of everything around him, as the paranoid are. “What?”
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The dream had come again. A woman bound and gutted, thrown onto a cross and high in the air. Pikes cut her feet and sent blood pouring like a river, and her eyes rolled, wide, lifeless. She continued to bleed, bleeding more and more and more before a familiar voice cut through his nightmare like a knife. Gabriel’s eyes snapped open in the darkness and he felt that familiar fury reverberating in his chest. He rose and left the cave, aware of his son stirring and waking in his absence. It didn’t matter. Ezekiel knew better then to approach his father in such a state.
Gabriel did not stop, and when he reached the border found himself greeted with two wolves. Both stood taller then he, but the Aquila did not fear this. He feared nothing but God Himself. Impulse roared and demanded he cut down the blue-eyed man then and there, but his companion prevented this. Reason held him like a cold vice; the same discipline that his mother had instilled in him.
The doggish male remained standing, lupus form clearly at a disadvantage were this to become violent. He was aware of this. He was aware of everything around him, as the paranoid are. “What?”