your father was a priest

Alaine Winters · 03-09-2011, 05:54 AM

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It seemed the youth was wise enough to know the difference between touching her horse and touching her children, especially with her half-hearted accusation hanging like the Grim between them. Emerald eyes were quickened to that ever-familiar burnished gold, and Ezekiel did not drop his gaze from hers as he spoke. Alaine allowed the small bud of hope and trust to grow, if ever so slightly, from the tarnished soil of her heart. He was not her enemy, but she was wary by nature and by habit, and it was a trait that had served her exceedingly well in the past.

He was smiling, but she knew it well enough to be fake. There was a sharpness to each tooth that spoke not of malice but of force, perhaps a frustration with memories reborn. Elijah, however, knew no such difference - The smile was to him as a strange and enticing thing on the handsome strangers face, and in his usual oddball manner, the strange boy lifted his own lips to reveal white pointy teeth. The mirrored image of Ezekiel was distorted by his young face, and the tilted head only added an air of disturbing amusement to the whelp's expression. The older he grew, the more it became obvious that Eli's mechanics were faulty - something about the hollow listlessness of his vague, staring eyes, the jauntiness of angles and expressions that allowed for no true emotion to be shown.

For a moment, the mother had gazed at her son with saddened eyes. She loved him dearly, but he was flawed, so obviously.

The young man's cheeky turn of phrase slid her defenses lower, and allowing him to glimpse a rare but startling smile, the exotic female stepped forward again and lifted her hand to rest warm palm on Nana's rounded haunch. The mare did not move from her spot beside Ezekiel - Her ears and eyelids were drooped comically, giving the mare an appearance of rapturous dozing, while her nose occasionally wrinkled against the man's palm. "Ezekiel," She spoke in a soft, accented tone, created in a place far from this one, "this is Elvira," a nudge with her foot to the bad-tempered young girl, who had fixed her glaring amber-gold eyes on the male with an air of supremacy, "- Odette," the small ivory girl whined softly at the sound of her name, "... And this is Elijah." She gestured to the merle boy, whose staring blue eyes had widened somewhat, and gave him the appearance of a fluffed up baby owl. Unblinking, the boy regarded his kin with a chillingly blank expression, made comical only by his youth and endearing cuteness.

Allowing her curiosity to best her, Alaine took a step closer, peering at the bag that the male held. "What secrets do you keep in there, that my fuzzballs would not fit?" She would allow the handsome coyote hybrid to be near to her and her children, now - He had passed the first test.

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