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- Cassandra Asylum - 02-28-2012 [html] [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 02-29-2012 [html]
It had been chance that brought him away from the borders, and chance that found the moose. Spring drew near and with it came mothers casting out their young; it was an instinctive pattern and one that allowed for them to forget about the children from the season before. Ezekiel imagined this was what happened with his own mother—that she had followed the pattern and become a stranger to him, as his own father now became. Memories, like ghosts, faded. He needed to live only in the moment, for his world was made up of a path he himself constructed; there were plans, ideas, motions. He had manipulated his world with the finesse of a man he himself did not wish to be. Instinct had led him to follow the wounded animal. It was a bull-calf, less than a year old. The Secui form gave him more weight, resembling his father and all the wolves that came before. A slashing bite had further wounded the animal, and then once more, instinct. Fleeing north, Ezekiel trailed for miles. This was a day-long chase, one that went unresolved until nightfall. Then the calf finally fell to exhaustion. Ezekiel took it by the throat and smothered it with jaws made for slashing and tearing. He shifted and began work almost as soon as the kill was made. After burying the massive heart Ezekiel feasted on the prime organs and flesh, though he was careful not to gorge himself. Others would smell and come soon enough, and his work would need to happen quickly. Without a knife, he used his claws and teeth to pierce and tear the hide, ripping it by brute strength in places where it would not tear. The skin was peeled away and bundled, and for the next day he feasted and fended off the kill, working with the pelt when he managed to sever the head and brains. By the third day he was satisfied and took several cuts of meat, perhaps twenty pounds, and bundled this into the tanned hide. It was a crude job but served his purpose, and what was left of the moose would feed others. A wolverine had come the night before and Ezekiel took this, as he always did, as a sign to leave—he would not fight a wolverine unarmed. His trail carried him south, moving at a steady clip, dissuaded only by the sight of the building. While he was not a man that favored such places, he found himself looking upon a white coyote wearing a cloak; an odd thing for a four legged shape. Ears high, he stilled, unabashed by his shape or his nakedness. #zeke-raven { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #zeke-raven p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #zeke-raven p.zeke-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #zeke-raven .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #zeke-raven .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #zeke-raven b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #zeke-raven u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #zeke-raven b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 02-29-2012 [html] [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-01-2012 [html]
There was a peculiar familiarity that hung around the air, one that made him think of the others he had known that bore her unusual markings. He had seen two in his lifetime, loved one, and now hated them both. How wrongly he had misjudged those, as he had others, and now he regarded her with the stark indifference of a man that had seen too much of the world. She seemed to know him; at least in a way, he reasoned. The smell of the coastline betrayed him, as did the smell of ash and honeysuckle (though the latter did not cling to him during the winter). Ezekiel neared her and tried to catch her scent. It was hard to do above the wind, and it carried something strange with it…something he had only smelt once before. Almost instantly he regarded her in another light, studying for the signs that surely were there despite her pale fur and unusual skin. The sharpness of her face and size of her build were clues, but they were not enough. It was then that he spotted a glimmer of metal around her throat and the five-pointed flower. Any doubts left him. A faint and thin smile crossed his face. “Not half so far as I imagine it is for you,” he said, and slowed his approach. #zeke-raven { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #zeke-raven p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #zeke-raven p.zeke-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #zeke-raven .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #zeke-raven .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #zeke-raven b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #zeke-raven u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #zeke-raven b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 03-01-2012 [html] [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-01-2012 [html]
In many ways, he understood what it was that stood behind her. Once, Ezekiel had traveled thousands of miles from his home. It had been a lonely journey chasing a ghost, and he had spent it in isolation. He had been social, but there were few friendly faces in the northlands. Dogs and wolves saw his smaller frame as weakness and tested this, and more often than not the boy had fled. He had clung to old-growth forests and abandoned lands, hunting when he could, scavenging when he could not. If he had not found the community in the highlands he would have likely died that cruel winter. Yet between then and between now he could not remember much, but there was so much space and time that he should be forgiven. The endless cycle of life was muddled with why but he had begun to find that how was an easier thing to answer and to receive. Red ears fanned high, a pointed crown, and he took her in for what she resembled. A ghost; a washed out vision, starved of light and food, of the sister he even yet molded into something new and unfamiliar. “I am,” he answered easily. “And not normally, no. Opportunity showed itself,” the coyote went on, and looked her over once more. “Do you have time to share a meal?” Or would she run off like her father? #zeke-raven { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #zeke-raven p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #zeke-raven p.zeke-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #zeke-raven .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #zeke-raven .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #zeke-raven b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #zeke-raven u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #zeke-raven b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 03-01-2012 [html] [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-09-2012 [html]
The endless chase was a thing that he, of all people, understood. Talitha had been his quest as another woman was this stranger’s, but it was likely that she would find closure as he never would. His sister had returned long enough to deposit a child that, like his mother, vanished not long after. Sa’adat had followed, turning Enkiel into an even worse recluse then before. Unsure of the way of these things, Ezekiel said nothing. Now, too, he had a far more interesting adventure ahead of him. True to his fashion, the golden coyote played his cards close to the chest—he did not want to spook this rare beast. Ezekiel followed her with easy steps, giving the albino a fair distance. She reached the building before him, rising tall like her sister. There was familiarity in her even now, but she was different from Myrika, more cautious. A moon to the sun. The mass of animal hide and meat was lowered to the ground, where Ezekiel crouched hesitantly. “Do you like your food cooked?” He asked, looking at her directly. While he didn’t have his usual supplies, heated meat was sometimes more favorable. It wouldn’t be hard for him to gather wood and even herbs to season the food if she so desired. Anything to get her to stay, just long enough to see what her intentions were. #zeke-raven { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #zeke-raven p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #zeke-raven p.zeke-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #zeke-raven .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #zeke-raven .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #zeke-raven b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #zeke-raven u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #zeke-raven b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 03-09-2012 [html] [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-16-2012 [html]
In some way he could understand her need and desire to chase a ghost, and how it waned with each passing day. Once, Ezekiel had killed for his sister. Now he could not bear the thought of seeing her, even to the point of hiding the gifts she had made, of seeing a painted face of what had been once and would never be again. Yet he could not bring himself to burn the damn things. He could not imagine facing the guilt of destroying something she had put so much effort and love into. While he lived in a cave, the ruins of mankind were equally unnerving to Ezekiel. If she had expressed discomfort he would have echoed the thought and they might have gone on. Instead he remained cautiously bottled up, and mirrored her position. The hide was placed near him and from this a length of meat, clearly ripped by claws and teeth, was produced. He held it out to her. “I rarely do,” he commented idly. “Never with red meat. Fire works wonders for the taste of duck though,” the Aquila added, smiling faintly. He enjoyed the taste of seared fat and ate it often, though the amount of calories he took in rarely outnumbered the amount burnt by his endless duties. #zeke-raven { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #zeke-raven p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #zeke-raven p.zeke-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #zeke-raven .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #zeke-raven .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #zeke-raven b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #zeke-raven u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #zeke-raven b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 03-20-2012 [html] [/html] |