your father was a priest

Alaine Winters · 03-15-2011, 11:04 AM

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The young man had a startling grin. Sometimes it was fake, but it was a very good fake, a very clever fake - So almost-real that she could believe it for moments at a time. But it was only when the genuine smile spread across Ezekiel's face that she could note the real difference; His eyes smiled, too, and he was handsome like his father. She wondered if Elijah would ever develop that same easy appeal that Ezekiel and Gabriel had both managed to muster, but knew immediately that he would not. Elvira would, for she was a strong-willed and handsome creature. in spite of the menacing glower developing in manipulative golden gaze. Little Eli, though, would always remain the oddball - she was dully, reluctantly, aware of that.

As though thought had conjured it, Elijah's strained head tilt proved too much for his little body, and the boy keeled over onto his side. It took wide blue eyes a moment to register why his world was upside down, and the rigidity melted from his puppy form with a surprisingly innocent and natural-looking yawn. Alaine had moved to scoop him and Vira up into her arms, the cream little girl still managing to glare around the soft ivory of her mother's fur at the handsome stranger. It seemed she recognised her own blood, and had deemed it competition. Her aggressiveness continued to worry the mother, but of yet the girl was too small and weak to prove much trouble.

As Ezekiel accepted her offer, the Gaelic woman was moving to one side of Nana to deposit a pup back into its leather saddlebag, and she slipped beneath the mare's round belly to do likewise on the other side. Emerald eyes then lifted back to Zeke, who had brought his bow into her attentions by stroking it gently. The weapon, although recognised for what it was, was unfamiliar to her - Alaine only ever hunted in Lupus form, or with the clever little snares she set out for unlucky hares. Her older son, Caillen, had been good at hunting the antlered ones, but her diminutive size and lack of long-range weaponry made that almost impossible.

Gazing at the bow curiously, she nodded mutely, scooping the last pup into her arms. The shy ivory girl yawned widely, seemingly placated when in Alaine's embraced, and curled sleepily on the saddle when placed there. Nana had stopped her love-struck whuffling at the young man, but remained stoically at his side, as though she had walked a million miles with the de le Poer huntsman. Emerald eyes gaze darkly at the fat broodmare for a moment, before returning to the hybrid. "How do you propose to do this?" She wanted to know how his contraption worked, but could not leave the heavy-footed equine and her children out of sight for long

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