your father was a priest

Alaine Winters · 03-08-2011, 12:45 AM

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The man certainly had a way with beasts. Nana had quickly become enamoured with him, and drawing his scent into large, flared nostrils such that her small herbivore brain would recognise it forever as friend rather than foe, she allowed the two-leg to rub at the soft velvet of her muzzle. Although placid, it was not a reaction she gave to many - Alaine had experienced a pang of jealousy, that the male was able to gain the equine's trust so easily, when it had taken her many fruitless hours.

Elijah, edging nearer to Ezekiel's frame with strange dragging motions, sat still again when the male's gaze swept over his face. Apart from the startling blue eyes, it would be clear to a seeking mind whom that dark mask had originally belonged to. De le Poer blood pumped through his veins, as it did in those of his sister, who's fiery eyes were an exact color of both Ezekiel himself and the Warrior-King. It seemed that the stranger was quick-witted, for by her words alone he knew to check for the signs of similarity, and clearly he saw them. His sigh left no remorse. Alaine was affronted with the irrational urge to take her children and flee from him, back to the cave with the etching on the walls that had guarded her against the world. Although, in truth it was not Ezekiel she wished to flee from - It was that blood, his blood. Inferni would one day seek to steal her children from her, but they would be outcasts on that blood-soaked soil, as much as they were within the green land of Cour des Miracles.

Unlike their mother or their father, the Winters children belonged nowhere.

Resisting this impulse, the colliewoman gazed back at amber-gold eyes, her own forest emerald refracted with shards of worry and pain. "I know him well," There was no point in uttering lies now. slowly, she moved forward - Enough so that seeking ivory hands could pull the wriggling form of Elvira from the leather saddlebag, and place her on the ground aside her brother. The girl's accusing eyes would show her blood for what it was. "They are his, too," For a moment, her emerald eyes harboured the two children alone - One weak of mind, one weak of soul. Perfectly imperfect. Moving to scoop the quivering ivory pup that had been perched on the mare's pommel into her arms, she then continued, "This one is mine alone." Odette had none of the tainted blood in her veins, not that Alaine was aware of. Her adopted mother could find no flaw in her, but for the girl's broken heart.

She placed the third pup on the ground, but unlike the other two, it did not venture nearer to the male. His face did not draw her as it had his half-siblings - Perhaps the was a sixth sense honed in them, the ability with which to recognise their own. Emerald eyes gazed solemnly at the handsome young man, seeing Gabriel much stronger within him now. "You'll not take them from me," She spoke calmly, "They will not be welcomed by their father. Their blood is too thin." Too false, too weak. She did not assume that Ezekiel would actually attempt to retrieve the pups, but it was a lingering fear regardless. "... He does not know." Another dark admittance, and this time her emerald gaze deviated from the painful scene of half-siblings united, looking instead to the memories of her once-lover. What would he do, if he knew? What could he do?

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