your father was a priest

Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-04-2011, 07:04 PM

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The woman that rode the horse was a lithe figure, made up of light colors that held his attention. He had seen other dogs before, but they were often mottled brown-gray mutts that had survived only because of their hybrid blood. She was entirely unique to him. So too were her eyes, a brilliant emerald that he had never seen. Most canines had earth-toned eyes, or the husky-blue that he found unsettling. Tristan’s eyes had been that color and the boy had feared them.

But this woman had eyes the color of grass from deep in old-growth forests, of trees that had been untouched by man and left to grow wild. She looked foreign to him, despite the fact that her breed had been living among men just as his own survived on the borders of humanity long before humans had destroyed themselves. She did not dismount the horse, and Ezekiel made no move to advance. If she wished to pass, he would not try the horses’ temper—for as docile as she looked, he did not underestimate any animal after being chased by a buck in rut.

Her voice strengthened his opinion that she was foreign. Likewise, her tone was explained by the squeaks and yips of puppies. The speckled face that eyed him was met with a warm smile, though the coyote did not move from his position. “I’m Ezekiel. I just came from the city,” he gestured, showing her his open hands (and doing well to avoid the arrows on his back). “, and wanted to see if there was a faster way back to Inferni.” No lie there. Cautious as he was among a new-mother, having seen them at their worst in the more feral beasts, he kept his tone friendly. “And who might you be?”

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