04-07-2009, 08:18 PM
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Feel free to PP any additional wounds on his body. After that you can also come save him. :]
The most traumatizing thing Ezekiel had lived through was the great fire. He remembered it, but just barely. Even with all of his training, all of his scrapes and bruises, he was shocked by the sudden and brutal violence. Something tore his face open and his world was, for an instant, filed with hot white pain. He was aware of the sensation of warmth, and that he was bleeding, and that his left eye was blurry.
It was the voice that made cold reality wash through his body. Even with the weight on his back and the nails in his spine he felt that sudden sobriety of the situation. Then something rushed through his chest, above the lead in his stomach, and he was filled with a terrible rage. He snarled, and a series of loud coyote yelps managed to make their way out of his chest, violent sounds, but they pierced the darkness and in some futile way, he knew that if there was any chance it would be with that sound. [/html]