your father was a priest

Alaine Winters · 03-05-2011, 10:16 AM

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Her gaze was shallow and cold, watching the man with the intensity of a hawk watching a rabbit. There was little truth to this analogy, as Ezekiel easily outsized and outmuscled her, but Alaine had been known to fight dirty before. This litter of pups was especially sacred to her, as for a long time the woman had solemnly thought herself barren and incapable of fulfilling the miracle gifted to females of making new life.

But her pups had come, blessed by a night spent in the arms of the Raven-king and the shadows that he had seemingly commanded. This, she had him to thank for, but no more; the pups may have been Gabriel's by blood, but the healer harboured no illusions to the transcendental nature of their relationship. It had been a fleeting thing, and perhaps would be a fleeting thing again, but they orbited two different planets, and the children belonged to her world for now.

When the man had spoken, Alaine stiffened her resolve. She felt unnaturally inclined to stand idle, although the familiarity of the man's golden eyes warned her perhaps of the sun he had been spawned from. Elijah, however, seemed entirely taken with the hybrid, and tilted his head to a jaunty angle in that vague unnatural manner that was his own. His head tilted so far as that it would look almost disjointed - Somewhat endearing, and somewhat disturbing. Alaine knew her children to be flawed, but they were hers, and that made them perfect.

However, it seemed that Ezekiel was not done in administering his charm on those in her company - A series of foreign noises streamed from his maw in inelegant fluency, and the woman and her children were baffled into silence. The only creature to have a response was, in fact, Nana; Her dopey expression suddenly became one of intense interest, with small ears perked forward from large head, and nostrils flared. She whuffled at the young man, clearly confused, before uttering a whicker that Alaine could have sworn was of utmost amiability. Then, lo and behold, the mare began to move to him of her own accord - Regardless of Alaine, who's grip on the reigns had tightened considerably as she was dragged forward by the mare's slow ploddings. Nana did not seem to notice her mistress' tuggings, or even that Alaine was near her at all.

Finally relinquishing her grip, the Apothecary stared in utmost confusion at the scene playing out before her. The mare ambled directly over to the male, dipping her large head for her nose to be scratched. With her, went the precious cargo of Odette, who was perched precariously on the equine's withers, and Elvira, who had deemed it time that the world recognised her magnificent presence, and had begun to yap at the top volume of her tiny lungs.

Surprisingly, a strange sound welled forth from Alaine's throat, and it took the woman a moment to recognise it as the sound of her own laughter. "Well, I know when I am beaten, Ezekiel of-" The laughter stopped short, and the conflicted, wary expression returned, "-Inferni," Emerald eyes widened suddenly and she stifled a gasp with one ivory hand. "I should have seen it! You are of his blood, too..."

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