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- Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-29-2011 [html] Even if they were not kin, Ezekiel would have pardoned a child for such an offense. He was not so blinded by pride to forget the tests that small ones forced on their guardians. The pack he had spent time with had many children who tested their boundaries with similar displays. If she was older, he would have disciplined her. For now she was protected by youth and her mother’s watchful gaze. Ezekiel did not think himself so mighty to overstep very clear boundaries. With Elijah still perched in the crook of his arm, Ezekiel followed after the colliewoman. She walked with a light, airy step. If she had not chosen the path of a healer she would do well as a hunter. He was reminded of a cat’s walk, though there was no subtle aggression within it. Forest cats were so often terrible and cruel. If any of this small family reminded him of that, it was Elvira. Even as her mother placed her into the birds-nest bed of blankets, the girl glared at them with pent-up violence in her eyes. Like her odd brother, Ezekiel felt the same wariness rise in him. Most certainly, these children were wrong. He gave no sign of it and placed the boy next to his sister, despite a wide-eyed unreadable expression at such a thing. He turned and followed the woman back down the stairs and towards her workspace. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-30-2011 [html] Word Count → 5+ His tolerance did not go unnoticed, or unrewarded. Having placed the children in the strange nest, Alaine offered the young male a gentle smile, and for once her emerald eyes seemed at peace. The children were tired, and after a customary glare and stare, allowed their little heads and eyelids to lower.
.aw-trinity {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EN9ZX.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .aw-trinity .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .aw-trinity .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .aw-trinity .divider {border-bottom:1px solid;} .aw-trinity p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .aw-trinity b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-30-2011 [html] For as much trust he placed in this woman, a dark worry had begun to form deep in his heart. Those children would not have a place within Inferni, but they were none-the-less bound to him. Each provided a separate yet terrible fear, and he could not leave it behind. Children or not, he could not shake the sense of unwelcome that blossomed in his heart when he saw them. It was cruel of him, and unreasonable, but it could not be helped. Ezekiel had lived in a savage world for so long. The inner sanctum of the healer’s room was a wonder to Ezekiel. His eyes widened and turned bright with boyish wonder. No one had ever been so meticulous before Enkiel, and this was far more archaic and wonderful. She had all but fallen out of his fairy-tales of witches and healers hiding in forests while knights sought grails and walked into the mists never to return. She had taken care with all of her items and it showed. Briefly, he thought of his cousin—Enkiel’s workspace was equally as filled, but it lacked the warmth he felt here. While he did not touch anything, he slid the weapons from his body and dropped them near the entranceway. His bag followed soon after, granting him mobility that the bulky quiver would not allow. He did not wish to damage any of her products, and walked into the space cautiously. Amber eyes sought to find everything they could capture, storing it in the confines of his memory. “My old teacher didn’t carry much with her,” he said as he walked. “I didn’t think places like this would really exist. Enkiel’s isn’t at all like your room.” It was far too sterile despite containing an equally large assortment of tools. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-30-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ She watched intently as the man discarded his belongs and began to peruse the room. It was with a curious and somewhat self-conscious gaze with which she observed him - arms crossed beneath small breasts in a defensive, closed posture. Not many individuals had been allowed access to this room, and the inhabitants of the Chien Hotel avoided it out of respect to the Apothecary. It truly was a portion of her, stored in brilliance in the strangely neat but feminine clutter of the room.
.aw-trinity {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EN9ZX.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .aw-trinity .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .aw-trinity .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .aw-trinity .divider {border-bottom:1px solid;} .aw-trinity p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .aw-trinity b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 04-02-2011 [html] Word Count: 500 A menagerie of scents came from every corner of the room, from dried herbs he recognized to poultices he did not. There was certainly something magical here, of this he was certain. The woman his father had sired children with was a witch, a healer, and she would most certainly have the talent to rear them. Despite this thought, a darker one shadowed it—those children gave him twisted feelings simply from the way they behaved now. In time he hoped it would change, and they would grow out of such oddities. This was an empty hope, one that he knew in his secret heart could not be true. Each motion she took was deliberate. He read her body the same way he did with the beasts; low speech was so much a language of motion and not of words. Alaine had spent her life following her path, and she was proud of such a thing. It spoke volumes to Ezekiel that he had been allowed within the room. When her question came, the coyote’s eyes darkened slightly. Gabriel had told him about what had happened to the woman he had known as a mother for so long. “Her name was Fatin Kali. She was an incredibly skilled healer, and a friend of my families for years. My father said she saved the lives of two of his siblings when they were attacked by a wolf. She was there when I was born, and was my godmother. I spent many months traveling with her and her brother, who taught me how to use the bow. Fatin wanted to ensure I knew both sides of their tribe’s teaching so she taught me healing as well,” he explained, eyeing the plants in the room and indentifying those he recognized. “My sister and mother were with us for a time, but after they left I got homesick. When I came back my aunt taught me a little, and I read a lot after…well, after I got these,” he motioned to the scars over his eye. “Along with a few broken ribs, so I was laid up pretty good. My dad knows basic stuff too,” the boy went on quickly, unwilling to speak of Corvus or the damage done by the demon crow-wolf. “I think he’d be called a combat medic, from what I read. Setting bones, cleaning wounds, dealing with shock, that sort of thing—I know a little more than that, but I only really practiced on myself. Saved me a few scars though,” he added with a wink, proud of the fact that he had treated every wound quickly and saved more damage like the wounds on his face. He made his way towards her corner of the room and studied the cover of the book there. It was obviously important to her, and he dared not touch it. However, he motioned to it with a nod and looked over to the smaller woman. “Another one of your obsessions?” He asked. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 04-03-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ She could sense the male watching her, reading her. The desire to still her natural movements and inclinations so as to hide herself mentally from him surfaced, and passed. She simply felt no need. The woman had allowed him into one of her most private of places, and already she wished to show him the other, the sacred place where Elvira and Elijah had been born. It was strange how quickly she had warmed to him - Almost like the chemical connection she had felt with his father. The world had taught her to mistrust all men and all strangers, but Ezekiel and Gabriel were Different, in the same way that her children were Wrong. There was a purpose in fate having brought him to her, and the pagan witch felt a sense of duty. Ezekiel would need the skills she could teach him, some day.
.aw-trinity {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EN9ZX.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .aw-trinity .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .aw-trinity .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .aw-trinity .divider {border-bottom:1px solid;} .aw-trinity p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .aw-trinity b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 04-04-2011 [html] Word Count: +3 The most terrible thing within Ezekiel was a talent his father lacked—if he had so chosen, this boyish wonder, this charm, it could be made into pretense and warped many a trusting heart to dark deeds. He knew this because he had done it. Corruption had not yet grasped his heart as it had with so many, but like the world, he had been touched. It was inevitable. He sensed this capacity within Alaine, which was why he did not push her. His instincts had turned him against the children from the start, but she loved them and he would protect them because they were kin. No matter what else, they were kin. This foolhardy faith in his bloodline had carried him into the wilderness and stranded him there for two years. This time he recognized, at least, that something was Wrong. He had not sensed it in Talitha, but her wickedness was perhaps a fault of the most vile things she had suffered. Perhaps this was why he sensed it within Alaine, though he did not know her and knew nothing of her past. Or, perhaps, he simply imagined the world as it was. There was little romance within him for the lives of beasts. Earth was a savage place, and he knew that all too well. Her memories carried her away but she remained grounded and spoke with the same indifference to her illiteracy as so many others had. Again, he thought of his sister. “I could try teaching you some,” he offered, fingers scratching at the back of one hand. “Or I could read it to you, if you would want.” This too, was offered with little emotion—he did not indicate anything besides the fact it was an offer, aware that the wrong tone might make him come off as cruel. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 04-05-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ It was remarkable, the fragments it took to create a personality. If she focused hard enough she could see them all - The little pieces of Ezekiel, slotting together like shards of a broken portrait. Each little chapter concealed something crucial, something defining - A map of decisions that had crafted the young man's entire existence.
.aw-trinity {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EN9ZX.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .aw-trinity .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .aw-trinity .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .aw-trinity .divider {border-bottom:1px solid;} .aw-trinity p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .aw-trinity b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 04-05-2011 [html] Word Count: +3 It was unsurprising that Ezekiel would be the sum of the ghosts in his families lineage. He had come from things feral and savage, come from men who had gone mad and turned on their beloved, women who had killed their own children. He was not made to be sculpted as so much as he was chipped into something new and beautiful from an old statue. Away fell the sickness that had claimed his grandfather, away fell the weakness that lingered in his grandmother’s heart, and even further came scars from demons and feathers and wisdom from ravens, experience from a warrior of a time forgotten and another who would have been her enemy, and still further the most terribly savage truths of a world that was as indifferent to suffering as it was to the struggles of life and death because it went on without end. Ezekiel, in this broad view, was nothing remarkable. Yet he had survived and he had flourished and he had something that was perhaps the most powerful ally of all: hope. He had clung to hope searching for his sister in the depths of winter, and he had clung to hope when he had fled from her and to this strange woman. There was hope within him because he knew to let go and put his faith in God’s hands. Each decision had been a test or a reward; and now he was presented with another choice, another path, and saw it was not a question posed to him lightly. This woman, the woman who had mothered his half-siblings, she had been testing him since he had returned. He wondered if she had planned this all along. Though he had been full of humor only moments ago, the coyote’s face changed as suddenly as a summer storm. His eyes turned sharp but not cruel, and his face took on lines that turned him into the adult he was in truth. Ezekiel had grown up a long time ago, even though he hid this fact well. Walls upon walls had to be built or else there would be room for all the fear to creep back into his heart and he could not have this. “I do,” he replied, his tone even but his eyes bright. Almost as suddenly as it had come, the seriousness had passed and he smiled again. “It’ll give be a reason to come see Nana, after all.” .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 04-06-2011 [html] Finish this thread up soon, and start another? Word Count → 3+ Her words seemed to pull the young man back into his serious mentality. It was like the flipping of a coins - Once face had the charms, the wit, the handsome and endearing chivalry. The other side was the real side; no fake smiles here, just sharp gold eyes and a sharper mind. This was the side she could use, the side that would craft him into something greater than he was now. Alaine was almost certain that destiny held something terrible or wonderful in store for Ezekiel de le Poer, and she could only hope that it was the latter, for his sake.
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Sincerity had the potential to hurt, and not simply others. Ezekiel’s torrent of emotions were all carefully focused inside, allowing only the charm to show itself. Anger was the second most common, rising when he lacked the tact to show feelings. He did not understand how to do such a thing. Worry and regret had done nothing for him, so outward came the war and the strife. The scars over his eye and the broken ribs had shattered whatever hope he had of staying gold. Ezekiel was pleased by her response, and equally pleased that they would have time to rest. His body did not show the strain of the morning, but he felt the tension in his muscles and knew that the events unfolding behind him would not take long to catch up. Alaine directed him to an empty room, her subtle warning he might stay inside until she returned a suggestion he agreed with. There were enough remains of whoever the last tenant had been to suit him. With the sun streaming in though a glassless window, Ezekiel made himself comfortable and was swiftly asleep. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] |