The box said, "It's no good."

[Ezekiel de le Poer]

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     With the scent of water in his nose, and the roar of the falls in his ears, Ezekiel had not been aware of the girls approach under her shadow was over him. Both eyes opened, bright amber-gold, and found themselves met with a red-eyed girl with dark fur. This was unusual, but not unheard of. His own sister’s coat was much darker then his own, after all. Lifting his brows, the blonde snorted air out of his nose. “I doubt it,” he said, and shut his eyes again.
     “Just taking a break,” he added, and stretched out his lanky body. The dull ache that would come in time had not yet reared his head. Tomorrow he would likely feel something, but for now he was happy with the subtle burn that built up his muscles. While he would never be as large or as heavy as his father, Ezekiel was trying very hard to fill out as quickly as he could.

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