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Ezequiel Isoko · 03-21-2012, 07:22 PM

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Dated ze 19th /+514

There was much to do if Ezequiel was to secure his place in the pack before Tlantli went ahead with her plan, friendships and alliances to make and goodwill to gather. For the moment Ezequiel had been accepted into the pack and his position on Tlantli's recommendation and their fake mateship but once she left the pack, neither of those things would be present and if Ezequiel hadn't been able to cement the position by his own merits then things could go very bad very quickly.

But even with all the things that needed doing, and indeed the last few days Ezequiel had been working hard at getting Anita settled in with the pack as well as hunting in what time he had spare, Ezequiel was only a canine and he couldn't work full stop with no breaks for too long. Ezequiel enjoyed carving but it tended to be a time consuming activity, Ezequiel was somewhat of a perfectionist and hated to leave a carving unfinished, so instead he had taken to sketching recently; carrying his sketchbook around almost constantly.

The book was a big, bulky thing, scraps of leather and sinew cord shielding and holding together paper scavenged from anywhere Ezequiel could find it, but it worked and carrying the weight in tasks that would allow it helped Ezequiel build up his muscles if nothing else, though it did tend to make climbing and hunting rather hard so when Ezequiel was doing those activities he generally left it behind.

Ezequiel was taking such a break now, leaning back against a tree deep in the territory, his sketchbook resting on his knees. Ezequiel was starting to finally let himself relax for the first time in over a year and it showed, his staff lay off to one side and his bandolier of knives was hanging from a branch above him. That being said old habits died slowly and Ezequiel wasn't entirely unarmed, a single thin knife was tucked inside the back cover of his sketchbook, bulky and haphazard construction hiding the blade from view.

Ezequiel chewed his pencil idly as he looked over the piece he was working on now, the same drawing that he had been adding to on and off for the last few days. Ezequiel often designed tattoo's in his spare time if he didn't feel like drawing the scenery around him or some other subject and his book was full of designs that would never see use; Ezequiel tended to assign specific emotional values, usually people close to him, to his tattoos and this was what stopped him from covering his body head to toe in the designs he had made.

The design followed the curvy tribal styling that Ezequiel's other designs did, a style he was fond of and was beginning to take shape, the vague outline of a bird emerging from the jumble of lines and curves as Ezequiel added to and modified the drawing. While the piece was almost done it would likely be several more days before Ezequiel was happy with it and stopped changing it.

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