your father was a priest

Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-03-2011, 12:59 AM

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There had been a great desire to visit the city, and Ezekiel had acted on this impulse as soon as the snow had begun to melt. He had left word with his father and headed south, crossing close to the Dahlian borders. He sorely missed Cwmfen and had desired to see her since their last meeting, but her scent was absent and this discouraged him. The woad-warrior was a dear friend, and he certainly wished to meet her children, as he had promised to do. Her absence was blamed on the same monster that had scarred his father’s face. Perhaps now that the demon had been sent back to the depths, she would return. The thought was a happy one, but fleeting.

It had taken him a considerable amount of time to reach the city. While he might have made better time in his lupus form, he desired to walk armed and have the bag with him. A much larger bag, crafted out of the deer’s stomach, was carefully folded into the army satchel on his hip. He moved with predatory ease, a broad-shouldered hybrid that most certainly showed his coyote heritage all too clearly. By the time he had reached the city it had been dark, and he had opted to stay within the library overnight.

By morning, he had begun his raid. Several books were taken and shoved into the large bag, but he was careful of the weight and soon left. As he traveled, he swung west—seeking to familiarize himself with other routes in the city, and out of it. This was how he found the woman and the horse, traveling from the south. The coyote stopped to watch her, lowering the large bag he had been carrying from his shoulder.

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