01-05-2010, 11:51 PM
DURR I MAEK LENGTHI POAST. *isn't even doing the surosodfoisjfwirmrmog thing*
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Patrolling had never been so much up his alley as watching had been. They had enough people to patrol over the same places in the border, but Hezekiah purposely hung around certain places to watch. He did what he thought sensible, which at the moment was almost nothing more than studying the way the topography was shaped, the way it rose and fell between babbling brooks and thick, barren forests. Tracking had been a skill that he had stumbled across by accident — though it was rooted deeply as an instinctual thing in hunting, the thought that he could actually track things that weren’t food related was a recent revelation. In hindsight, a rather obvious one for what it was worth, but it was a step in the right direction. He could not work miracles over night and didn’t expect to; he had come to Inferni with no skills whatsoever under his belt, outside of survival ones.
But now that they had gone to war with Dahlia de Mai and suddenly there was so much more than simple survival on the line, or at least he was willing to believe. Their lives was probably the thing at the forefront, if not the clan itself. But he had never been in war. He had never been apart of it… until now. Hezekiah had no idea what to expect or even when to expect it. There was probably no real way to tell anyway, if there had been he was certain that Gabriel would have surely said when and where. So it was only a matter of time and for the most part, when watching grew a little stale and his attention span waned to the point where he was certain that those patrolling were doing a better job at watching than he was, Hezekiah had retreated to the interior of the territory.
Eventually, that had led him out towards the coast, where he couldn’t help but to study the hazy horizon where sea met sky with a certain familiarity. For those first few days in Inferni, that horizon had been something of a focus point for him, though he had lost the real reason as to why he had ever studied it in the first place. It was very much like the missing details to how he had ended up where he was, something that was interesting and deserved an answer, but not something that he actively pursued, let alone cared about. But for a wavering moment, it did cross Hezekiah’s mind, but he let it go. Being homesick had passed a long time ago and for what it was worth, he was much better of now than he had been.
He pulled his gaze from the water then, eyes seeming less blue in shade than they ever had against the grey consistency of the world around him. Like the sand beneath his feet, he stood out against the seemingly colourless world. Kaena, on the other hand, blended it expect for the scant smattering of red up the bridge of her muzzle and face. That rouge was just enough for him to pick her out up ahead and absently, he ventured towards her at much more ease than he would have another, though it was just as much a friendly gesture as it was one of concern for him. She had seemed off at the meeting and with good reason, and his posture reflected that unease well. For whatever little apprehension did come up in him, it was more in question to whether or not she wanted company at all. If it was solitude that she desired most then and there, he would go along his way no harm and no foul. But until that point, he greeted her in silence, with nothing more than a fond wag of his bushy tail.
Patrolling had never been so much up his alley as watching had been. They had enough people to patrol over the same places in the border, but Hezekiah purposely hung around certain places to watch. He did what he thought sensible, which at the moment was almost nothing more than studying the way the topography was shaped, the way it rose and fell between babbling brooks and thick, barren forests. Tracking had been a skill that he had stumbled across by accident — though it was rooted deeply as an instinctual thing in hunting, the thought that he could actually track things that weren’t food related was a recent revelation. In hindsight, a rather obvious one for what it was worth, but it was a step in the right direction. He could not work miracles over night and didn’t expect to; he had come to Inferni with no skills whatsoever under his belt, outside of survival ones.
But now that they had gone to war with Dahlia de Mai and suddenly there was so much more than simple survival on the line, or at least he was willing to believe. Their lives was probably the thing at the forefront, if not the clan itself. But he had never been in war. He had never been apart of it… until now. Hezekiah had no idea what to expect or even when to expect it. There was probably no real way to tell anyway, if there had been he was certain that Gabriel would have surely said when and where. So it was only a matter of time and for the most part, when watching grew a little stale and his attention span waned to the point where he was certain that those patrolling were doing a better job at watching than he was, Hezekiah had retreated to the interior of the territory.
Eventually, that had led him out towards the coast, where he couldn’t help but to study the hazy horizon where sea met sky with a certain familiarity. For those first few days in Inferni, that horizon had been something of a focus point for him, though he had lost the real reason as to why he had ever studied it in the first place. It was very much like the missing details to how he had ended up where he was, something that was interesting and deserved an answer, but not something that he actively pursued, let alone cared about. But for a wavering moment, it did cross Hezekiah’s mind, but he let it go. Being homesick had passed a long time ago and for what it was worth, he was much better of now than he had been.
He pulled his gaze from the water then, eyes seeming less blue in shade than they ever had against the grey consistency of the world around him. Like the sand beneath his feet, he stood out against the seemingly colourless world. Kaena, on the other hand, blended it expect for the scant smattering of red up the bridge of her muzzle and face. That rouge was just enough for him to pick her out up ahead and absently, he ventured towards her at much more ease than he would have another, though it was just as much a friendly gesture as it was one of concern for him. She had seemed off at the meeting and with good reason, and his posture reflected that unease well. For whatever little apprehension did come up in him, it was more in question to whether or not she wanted company at all. If it was solitude that she desired most then and there, he would go along his way no harm and no foul. But until that point, he greeted her in silence, with nothing more than a fond wag of his bushy tail.