I WALK WITH SHADOWS

His gut full, though on what was questionable, he followed her, tracking her as quickly and as far as he could, curiosity burning deep within him. He sought her as if he were a moth seeking light, the scavenger hunting the predator as if she were the prey. It was not her bones that he wanted but her company--the murderous shadows of her personality were more than just attractive to the bearded vulture; they were magnetic.



Ezekiel spotted her alabaster pelt among the earth with ease and wasted no time in gliding down to her. He was not a parrot, nor any other shoulder bird, and he didn't dare try to be. Instead, he glided before her and landed fairly ahead in her path and folded his wings to his side, unafraid of what he considered an ally.



"Oh, my pretty,

my alabaster sweet...

You dispatched that woman

with the skill of the elite.



"My blood, how it boiled

as I watched you kill!

It shivered down my spine

in form of deadly thrill!



"Your name, your calling,

oh, love, you must deliver.

I must have it lodged in my mind

like a persistent sliver!"


The praise of Ezekiel was hard to come by, and he wished dearly that she would accept it. Opposites, as it seemed, weren't the only ones to attract.

"speech"