To be Loyal and True.

[Hezekiah Finch]

Nah, this is a fail wait. x_x
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When she turned on him, it wasn’t anger that he saw in her features, but fear. Somehow Hezekiah managed not to be equally startled due to the unnatural shade of colour her eyes bore, but the shock of their exoticness was like that of rich red he had seen. The objects she had carried, the sketchpad and utensil, were identified and recognised. While an apology came from the wolf’s lips, her voice soft and fair like that of a songbird, he internally fought with how to respond. But his resolve did not falter entirely. It was only a matter of figuring out how to word what he wanted to say as he stood stock still, holding the skull tightly with every mock intention of using it to defend himself.

“No,” he answered, going with the honest route, “but you shouldn’t be here. We don’t like your kind here.” Hezekiah’s eyes never left her. Instead they wandered over her unabashed, appraising her and even wondering if underneath that tall figure if there was any real power at all. If she was cornered like she was, was this how she would really react? Was she simply reacting with fear because he was the lightweight? He had never had an easy experience with anything, so the simple notion that he was succeeding at intimidating her that easily seemed impossible.

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