11-07-2009, 12:43 PM
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There was a singular moment of absolute terror in Gabriel’s face, startled by his cousin’s recklessness, and then all too suddenly BOOM! What it created, though, was beautiful. The flames rushed out and a kaleidoscope of colors threw themselves out, dazzling the otherwise ugly landscape. Deep in his stomach the fear had been replaced by adrenaline, and a loud, barking laugh rose up to his chest. Gabriel laughed manically, eyes bright and gleaming like a kid on the Fourth of July. Things devolved there, two wolves with Prometheus at their back, and it into an expression of exuberance and wild revels. There was laughter, and explosions, and no words. They fed their monster with the things around them, discarded by an old world, and turned the sky black. It was three hours later and dark before they let the fire slow down, and even then they had little to say. |