#1265

Like sheep penned in when the wolf’s dug under the fence, the men seem to press back against their cells and stare wide eyed out from the hard cast shadows. Only a few falsely brave alpha males stand rigid at the bars, refusing to be cowed; yet even they remain uncharacteristically silent as the procession passes in and out of pools of fluorescent light. From his cell at the end Tanim watches and the thought comes to him that the uniformed men on either side of this newest inmate are not his keepers but his escorts, their presence tolerated yet ultimately unnecessary. In the harsh light his skin and hair glow an unnatural white, while his eyes seem to consume all light which touches their black depths. The scent of instinctive, animal fear spoils in the still air and when Tanim meets those fathomless eyes the creature smiles in shared understanding.

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