05-30-2009, 05:34 PM
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Slowly, a thin smile broke across the blonde boy’s face. It was not completely honest; indeed, he looked as if he was in on a joke that the youth in front of him was not. “You think it’s as simple as that, Freckles?” The coyote flicked one ear dismissively and the side of his muzzle twitched, irritated by the scent of the gunpowder. “What do you have to offer us besides that gun, huh?” It was a temporary defense, and it would not serve him well. As an archer, that much Ezekiel understood. His left eye squinted slightly, and the sensation of the scars made a second and terrible darkness pass over his face.
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