Scream through dreams that cut your voice off

Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-23-2011, 05:30 PM

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After returning with his father from the land in the south, Ezekiel had spent most of his time avoiding his sister. He did not wish to see her yet, and usually fled north with the horse. Viggo was responding well to his non-verbal commands, and Ezekiel had forgone the halter that Alaine had kept on the stallion. There was more than enough chestnut mane to hold onto, and his legs worked well enough. The pair traveled further and further in their patrols, exploring the northwest boundaries and beyond.

Today he had forgone this practice in order to train in other ways. Now that he had been reestablished into the Hydra, he sought to improve skills left too long dormant. He had asked his father about the others as they had returned to the Waste, and though the second name was unfamiliar, the first he knew. Tracking his uncle had not been hard—the man’s scent was very unique and followed a repetitious pattern in its patrols. Four-legged, in his lupus form, the coyote soon found his intended target.

Downwind, he took a moment to study the red-pelted man. Hybrid’s form would give him the advantage in this matter, and so he shifted to meet it. Ezekiel’s secui form stood tall and well-muscled, but he recognized the inherit flaw in this plan; he was unused to combat in such a form. Regardless, his mind was made up. Without warning, the Hydra bore down on his uncle. He sought to surprise him and bowl him over in one charge.

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