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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span style="font-size: 26px">E </span><span style="font-size: 22px">n z o  </span><span style="font-size: 26px">M </span><span style="font-size: 22px">a v e r i c k </span></span><br/>​</div><span style="font-family:Quicksand">     A small breath of laughter left the man's lips as he was accused of egging Silas's own nature on. Him? Never. Enzo was an absolutely gentleman who definitely didn't thrive on the chaos of others. He placed his palm against his chest where her two fingers has prodded, faking a frown as if the action had actually caused him harm. As Prim continued, he was caught off guard and actually laughed. It was a rare occurrence that he wasn't merely chuckling at somebody's words, and even he would admit that it was refreshing to release even a few seconds of laughter. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">"Testoster-drones. That's quite clever, Prim,"</span> he complimented with a slight smirk. With a glance towards the fire, his face resumed it's usual stoic nature.<br/>
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<i>   The smell of toasted skin was revolting. Being part canine, he'd eaten his fair share of meats and never once had an issue. However now, roasting on the fallen helicopter, the pilot was making Enzo's stomach flip like a gymnast. He tore his eyes away from the burning rubble and began walking towards the only other survivor.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)"> "You're pale,"</span> the blonde haired kid pointed out. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">"Are you bleeding?" </span></i></span><br/><i><span style="font-family:Quicksand">     After scanning his body for wounds he knew weren't there, Enzo shook his head, desperate to get the smell out of his nostrils. It was bad enough as a human, but with his nose catching scents that his companion wasn't picking up, he felt dizzy.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)"> "Let's just go. They're all KIA."</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)"> "You don't know that, we need to check for a pulse," </span>Larson insisted. He had always been the boy to go above and beyond in the line of duty. At times it was appreciated. This was not one of those instances. <br/>
     With a sigh, he turned to the scrawny male and shook his head. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">"Let's go."</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)"> "No! I'm not going to just leave them-"</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">  "They're dead, Larson,"</span> Enzo grabbed the collar of his friend's shirt, only to be shoved away.<br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">  "I'm not leaving without their tags!" </span>The crack in his voice as the boy began to shed tears made Enzo release his clothing. The clear liquid made streaks down his soot caked face. Enzo sighed and watched as Larson went to each body, gathering the dog tags in their back pockets, and return. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">"Now we can go,"</span> he said quietly, brushing past the expressionless wolf. </span></i><br/><span style="font-family:Quicksand"><i>      Enzo took one last look at the flames before turning and jogging towards the only living soul for miles. </i><br/>
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     A touch from the dark haired maiden brought his eyes back into focus. Unable to help the smile that appeared on his face as he was dragged towards a cabin, he rolled his eyes and wordlessly follow the lady as she pleased for a few paces. Enzo matched stride with Prim, keeping the girl in his peripheral vision as they walked towards the destination. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">"Freedom is a dangerous feeling," </span>he mused playfully. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">"Tell me, what kind of <i>horrible </i>movies do you like?"</span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 12px">-- tags ; Primrose. </span></span>