blood bound

Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-02-2012, 12:22 PM

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Ezekiel was moving as she began to speak, and placed his own bowl down as to prepare one for her. He had gathered these objects from the traders, along with several other odds and ends that still had yet to find purpose. The red beads were such an object, but he would find a use at some point. Being less creative than his sister, Ezekiel favored simple things. The bowls, a smoothed wood, were such a thing. They were coated in beeswax and water-proof in such a manner, which meant they would last longer.

He poured her some of the hot water and placed it near her front paws before returning and settling on his own cushion. Once there, he lapped up more of the tea and noted that Vesper’s experience with this new leader, this X’yrin, was not simply made up of words. This did not bother him—he had trained with Cwmfen while serving his father, after all. Amber eyes hardened at the mention of non-aggression, something that didn’t settle with a woman who considered herself a warrior. Razekiel was nothing of the sort, and Dahlia had seen their fighters killed during and after the war.

“If they are led by a warrior,” he reasoned. “They will learn to fight. While I may not like what that pack did to Sage,” the name was spoken bitterly. “We have never had quarrel. I would like to keep it that way.” Avoiding war was something he intended, especially since Anathema was yet a factor that worried him. Even Salsola, their supposed allies, were looked upon with caution. This was to be expected, though; the secretive pack was led by two people that were capable of deception to the highest degree. Sirius, especially, worried Ezekiel—they were equals in this matter and ultimately, this was why their respect for one another existed.

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