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- Ezekiel de le Poer - 01-06-2009 [html] One hand was gripped around the limb of the bow, the other on the fletching of the arrow. His stance was nearly perfect, eyes locked on the target he had made for himself by the house. This was simple—a burlap sack stuffed with dried plants and pillow stuffing. The tawny male inhaled, breathed out, and let the arrow fly. It cut through the cold air and landed with a satisfying thump near the center of his bull’s-eye. Ezekiel frowned, and pulled another practice arrow from the ground near his feet. Tristan had always drilled it into his head that practice mattered, which was why he dedicated so much time to the matter at hand. His uncle (considering Fatin was his godmother) was one of the most skilled fighters the boy had ever seen. Knowing full and well that he would not grow to be much larger then he currently was, Ezekiel was intent on having an advantage with weapons. Another thump, though this time, the arrow hit home. Please, Ezekiel put down his bow and moved towards the target. - Jasper de le Poer - 01-12-2009 [html]
- Ezekiel de le Poer - 01-20-2009 [html] It was black that he saw out of the corner of his eye. Black moving against the no-color brown of the trees and the white snow. Instantly on alert, the young man grabbed the arrow and restrung the bow. If it was a wolf, or someone dangerous, he could surprise them. If it was a deer, it would be dinner. Either way, he chose against walking in unarmed. Keeping the arrow pointed low, he moved quickly, giving himself wide range. When he crossed the edge of the house, he spied the culprit. A peculiar looking fellow creeping away from him. Lifting the arrow, Ezekiel raised his voice (which, to his surprise, sounded remarkably adult). “Turn around and let me see who you are.” - Jasper de le Poer - 01-20-2009 [html]
- Ezekiel de le Poer - 01-20-2009 [html] At first, Ezekiel was positive that the guy was going to have a heart attack. He looked positively panicked. That, of course, was perhaps due to the fact that a dreadlock-toting coyote was threatening him with a bow and arrow. It was the words that surprised him, and Zeke lowered the bow and slackened his grip. Gabriel’s brother. His eyebrows furrowed and he pursed his lips, moving forward without any trace of fear. If that was one fault in him, it was that. He cocked his head, ears forward and high. “I’m not gonna shoot you,” he said quickly. “Sorry if I scared you, I didn’t know who you were. I’m Ezekiel…and I suppose you’re my uncle.” - Jasper de le Poer - 01-20-2009 [html]
- Ezekiel de le Poer - 01-23-2009 [html] The boy rolled his eyes, baffled by the wolf’s mannerisms and questions. Despite this, he smiled broadly and honestly, and his eyes were roaring laughter because this lanky man was his uncle. Interesting. He knew he had relatives among the many strangers in the world, but this was just all too entertaining for him. Most of the world was entertaining to a boy, though. “Jasper, huh? So you’re one of my other uncles.” Considering he had only ever met the Lykoi side (and of course Hybrid), seeing the wolf-half of the family was something new. “Why were you hiding out? If you live here then what’s with the sneaking around?” |