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- Ezekiel de le Poer - 02-22-2011 [html] The bow fit into his hand easily, a natural fit after so many years of use. Tristan had taught him how to use it, citing the difference between the oddly curved shape and others that Ezekiel recalled from books. He had learned quickly that it was far more powerful than he had thought. A distant smile crossed his face at her words, especially pleased that she wished to learn. Given her status as Gabriel’s daughter, it wouldn’t be all that surprising if she didn’t take an easy road in life. Likewise, after all she had suffered, to wish to be useful and not simply wilt away pleased her brother. Smirking at her stance, he made his way out of the cave. “Well after Fatin went home and it was just me and Tristan, he showed me how to use a bow. It’s a lot easier than having to chase down dinner sometimes. You could probably learn to use one,” he went on, mentally noting he would need to make her a standard bow if that was the case. Her arms lacked the definition that he knew they would need in order to hold the weight of his own. “But first I’m gonna teach you how to flush out dinner.” A wink, a gesture for her to follow. They moved away from the caves and towards the open field that they overlooked. “When it gets warm out again we can use this to catch birds. You’d probably love duck, but I’m not jumping in a lake after them right now,” he babbled, excited to have someone else to talk to again. Not to mention that duck was fatty, and would probably help put some weight on his too-skinny sister. “Though there might be some geese nearby, maybe we could grab one of those.” .ezekiel-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .ezekiel-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .ezekiel-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .ezekiel-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... ekiel1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Talitha de le Poer - 02-24-2011 [html] 3+[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 02-25-2011 [html] “Well, it depends on what you hunt,” he explained. “For something small, you don’t really need a weapon. I like the bow because it lets me save some energy.” It afforded him that while costing patience, though the bronze coyote had begun to learn that still was needed. He had often sat for hours waiting for prey to make itself known, though found the exercise tedious. Her expression and comment were echoed by an equally charismatic smile, one that turned his eyes impish. Ezekiel laughed about it and shook his head. The follow up question made his expression falter for a moment. A chipmunk? That was what she was eating? No wonder she was so skinny. Determined now to find them a meal the coyote pointed towards the stream that cut through the majority of the Waste. “Birds usually head to water. If we’ll find anything, it’ll be near there.” Sure enough, as they gained distance towards the creek, he spotted movement. There was a flock picking at the exposed ground near the water, honking as they went. The coyote drew an arrow, judging the distance as he came to a halt. “Okay, this is where it gets fun. Your job is to get them in the air. Just make a lot of noise and spook them, and they should take off.” .ezekiel-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .ezekiel-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .ezekiel-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .ezekiel-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... ekiel1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Talitha de le Poer - 02-25-2011 [html] 3+[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-01-2011 [html] Observation was the key to Ezekiel’s knowledge. He had watched his prey and studied it intensely. So he understood how the birds flocked, where they flew, and how best to kill them. While Talitha shifted to her lupus form, the bronze coyote studied the flow of the wind and judged how best to aim. His eyes darkened as he looked over his sister’s painfully skinny frame, hating to see how terrible she looked. It was as if she had been a lone coyote starving for years. Then she was off, reddish fur standing out against the snow as she went. He used this as a beacon. Her movement and noise startled the geese. Several of them panicked, sending the flock into a frenzy. A few flew low, skimming over the water, but Ezekiel waited. One large goose flew up, away from the mad coyote on the ground, and away from the water. With that, his chance was made. Ezekiel’s arrow flew from the bow, a brown and red blur as it struck true. The bolt went deep into the breast of the goose, killing it long before it fell to the snow below. The rest of the flock settled further away, as if oblivious to the death of one of their own. Ezekiel made his way through the snow, pulling the bowstring over his chest so the bow itself could rest against his back. It lay next to the quiver, a hand-made thing that bore several intricate designs amid a collection of fur and feathers and beads. He picked the bird up by the neck and ripped the arrow from its chest in one swift jerk. .ezekiel-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .ezekiel-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .ezekiel-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .ezekiel-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... ekiel1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Talitha de le Poer - 03-03-2011 [html] Easy ending. Ezekiel and Talitha get their chow on, because the skinny cow needs to freaking eat something.[/html] |