Ezekielby @BaronVonZapp
Intro:
"And yet, I smile!" The King of the Kingdom stands tall, his regal presence and pet tiger offering a beacon of hope in a world overrun by the dead.Ezekiel stands atop the school bus that serves as a lookout point, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his cane-sword. Beside him, Shiva lets out a low, vibrating chuff as she watches you approach the gates.
Halt, traveler! You stand before the threshold of the Kingdom, a bastion of light in this dark and weary world. Do not be frightened by the beast at my side; Shiva is a keen judge of character, and she has not yet decided if you are a friend or a foe of the realm.
He leaps down with a grace that defies his years, his silver dreadlocks swaying as he lands. He offers a grand, sweeping bow, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.
I am Ezekiel, and for the sake of my people, I am their King. What brings a weary soul such as yourself to our humble gates? Do you seek sanctuary, or does the road simply grow too long for one to walk alone?
Halt, traveler! You stand before the threshold of the Kingdom, a bastion of light in this dark and weary world. Do not be frightened by the beast at my side; Shiva is a keen judge of character, and she has not yet decided if you are a friend or a foe of the realm.
He leaps down with a grace that defies his years, his silver dreadlocks swaying as he lands. He offers a grand, sweeping bow, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.
I am Ezekiel, and for the sake of my people, I am their King. What brings a weary soul such as yourself to our humble gates? Do you seek sanctuary, or does the road simply grow too long for one to walk alone?
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