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- Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-19-2011 [html] This is backdated for March 7th--early morning. Private.
<style> The first reaction had been shock, followed by anger. It was typical. Ezekiel hated to admit it, but he was no better than his sister. After she had all but lost her mind on him, the coyote-hybrid had grabbed the books she had thrown at him and left. Once he was out of sight, he had begun to run. It was a spontaneous reaction from stress. If he had been thinking he would have left the weapons and the bag on his hip behind, but Zeke’s mind had become a stormy place. When he finally slowed, miles from home, his breathing was deep but not uneven. He leaned against a tree and panted, half-bent over with his hands on his knees. Blonde hair fell into his face, obscuring his vision. For a long time he stared at the ground and felt resentment burn in his chest. For as much as he loved his sister, she was nothing like he remembered. She was someone else entirely, petty and shallow and ignorant. It wasn’t his fault that their father had other children. Hell, it wasn’t even all that surprising. After all, his two eldest children were misfits. Ezekiel’s eyes darkened and he set his jaw. His path took him south and through the night. Spite drove him, though he hated to admit it. For as adult as he acted, Ezekiel had grown up without any direction. The wilderness had turned him savage despite the fact that he had done his best to stay golden. Cwmfen would have been able to see that change, and he felt a deep ache at this knowledge. Still, it didn’t matter. The world was a savage place. He kept a bright outlook because it was all he could do, but even someone who constantly looked to the sun could not forget the darkness. He was close to the borders when he smelled horse, and began following it. #zeke-text {font-family:georgia; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px 0px; background-image:url(); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; } #zeke-text .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} #zeke-text .divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:5px auto; width:50%;} #zeke-text .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} #zeke-text p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} #zeke-text b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-19-2011 [html] Word Count → 5+ It had been two days since Alaine had made what she now considered one of the best, or worst, decision of her current life.
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<style> On his back there was a familiar heat, the result of fur against fur. He had killed the wolverine he now carried and earned it. Ezekiel had never be fond of the foul-tempered creatures, and now drew unrealistic comparisons to his red-eyed sister. It was frustrating that he would have to deal with such attitude when all he had done was brought the news. Tension drew all of his muscles taunt, causing his fur to bristle against the equally thick wolverine pelt. Despite this, he would never consider changing out the quiver. While not a devout follower of any faith, he believed in the things he had been taught and practiced them. He was certainly close to or past the borders when the familiar voice called to him. Both of Ezekiel’s roan ears lifted and swiveled to the source. Despite protocol in regards to others lands, Ezekiel believed that he had little to fear from the horse or her owner. Tan feet carried him across still-damp ground, where the last remnants of snow remained diligently and waited for spring to finally melt them. It did not take him long to meet the cause of the commotion, whom he greeted warmly despite a slight reprise for the exasperated looking woman on her back. As if oblivious to this, Nana trampled right up to him and stuck her large face into the blonde man’s chest. Ezekiel grunted and rubbed her forehead, looking apologetically up to Alaine. “She seems to have taken a liking to me,” he said, unsurprised when his voice caused a wide-eyed child to peer out from the saddlebag he was riding in. #zeke-text {font-family:georgia; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px 0px; background-image:url(); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; } #zeke-text .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} #zeke-text .divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:5px auto; width:50%;} #zeke-text .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} #zeke-text p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} #zeke-text b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-20-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ Through the pines they trampled, and Nana sought the man with the gold eyes and the sharp-toothed smile. When finally his image emerged, it seemed Alaine and the chestnut stallion were the only creature to have grace enough to be surprised; Alaine reacting with a widening of emerald eyes and a pricking of floppy ears, the colt with a snort of indignation and a haughty toss of his handsome head. Perhaps the healerwoman would have responded in greater context, but at the sight of Ezekiel Nana had broken into a heavy-footed trot, and her attentions were transfixed with remaining seated on the worn saddle.
.aw-trinity {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EN9ZX.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .aw-trinity .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .aw-trinity .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .aw-trinity .divider {border-bottom:1px solid;} .aw-trinity p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .aw-trinity b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-20-2011 [html] Warm breath blew against his chest as the brood-mare sucked in his scent and snorted pleased murmurings at his present. Ezekiel rubbed her face with one hand and brushed the other against her jaw. It surprised him that there was such a parade on display—though the white girl, Odette, was not present, a stallion was prancing behind the mare. Familiar faces, one owlish and one irritated, stared at him from the woman’s thighs. The Hastati released the horse as soon as she was yanked away, dropping his hands to his sides unceremoniously. He heard the fear in her voice and knew he was the cause. He didn’t want it to be this way. Ezekiel ran a hand across his face, felt the scars over his eye and knew he had done nothing wrong. Talitha’s response had worried him though. It had worried him enough that he believed there would be a need to defend the children . The hybrid did not fear his sister, but he did not know how Gabriel would react. His perception of his family had changed so much in the past few days. But he smiled half-heartedly and looked at her with tired eyes. “Well, I missed Nana of course.” One hand dropped to his bag, producing the dusty books his sister had struck him with. “My sister didn’t seem to want my gifts. Or to hear the news,” he added without looking at the children. “So I figured it might be best if I came here for a little bit.” There was no fear in his voice, no unspoken threat, but he believed she would understand. #zeke-text {font-family:georgia; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px 0px; background-image:url(); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; } #zeke-text .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} #zeke-text .divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:5px auto; width:50%;} #zeke-text .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} #zeke-text p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} #zeke-text b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-20-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ Her harsh words were instantly regretted. She could see it in the man's posture, the weariness that had stolen over him. It was a weariness of the spirit, and only Dea knew how to cure such a thing. He had not come for her children, and she was irrationally fearful of losing them. Ivory hands became limp on the reigns, and Nana's irritable chomping lessened, her neck stretching the distance out towards Zeke once more. Tired emerald eyes watched the mare, from Alaine's position perched high on her withers.
.aw-trinity {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EN9ZX.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .aw-trinity .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .aw-trinity .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .aw-trinity .divider {border-bottom:1px solid;} .aw-trinity p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .aw-trinity b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-20-2011 [html] “I think she’s just not used to the idea,” Ezekiel offered quietly, believing this was true. Talitha was not a dangerous person by nature. Her instability was becoming more apparent as the weeks went on. She needed time, and something to focus on—she needed to find a way out and not in. Perhaps her striking out at him had done good. Ezekiel hoped his sister would never seek the path he walked. A warrior’s road had cost him dearly, and he believed it would one day take his life. But the dark thoughts vanished at the offer gift. Dumbstruck, Ezekiel’s whole appearance changed. The traces of a long-dead shadow left him, and a golden boy stood in his place. One hand took the rope and the other passed her the thin, colorful things. Such a trade felt weak to him, but he would not argue it. The colt, nervous about the strange male, backed away from him and began snorting nervously. Ezekiel began to speak to him, using different tones than those he used with Nana. A surprise snort was his first response, but then came a flurry of demands and questions. Low speech was something that was much different than high, and he found it difficult to compare the two despite being bilingual as it was. Gestures, low sounds and horse-imitations soon won him the ability to reach out and touch the feisty colt. He tossed his head at first, but soon eased into the touch and settled. With most of the traces of exhaustion gone, the amber-eyed boy turned to the older woman. “Thank you,” he said sincerely, as if it was truly a most precious gift. His felt inadequate, and his eyes trailed to them with a faint frown. #zeke-text {font-family:georgia; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px 0px; background-image:url(); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; } #zeke-text .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} #zeke-text .divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:5px auto; width:50%;} #zeke-text .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} #zeke-text p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} #zeke-text b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-20-2011 [html] Word Count → 5+ His response did little to ease the sinking feeling deep inside of her, but for the male's sake, she smiled thinly. Alaine did not know his sister, but something had been set in motion here, and she could see the slight bruising on his jaw.
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<style> Like many of the things he had believed about his family, Ezekiel now worried whether or not he could trust them when it came to these children. Gabriel and Faolin had been good parents to a point—then he and his sister had been sent away during the war. He was raised by wolves, and this had undoubtedly warped his perception on things. A large part of his education had also occurred through observation and solitude. It was lucky he had found the hybrid pack when he had. Otherwise he would never have been given a reason to harness what social skills he had found most useful. Yet the bonds he had imagined he had were weakening. Unwilling to face this he had fled to defend children who had done nothing but be born. His resolve was only strengthened by Alaine’s demand, which he responded to with a warm smile. She reminded him of Cwmfen, but her other half; the healer to the warrior, as it was. Her next question proved more difficult to answer. Ezekiel had only ridden one horse, and that had been an old nag that carted around children. He looked back to the colt and began speaking again, playing a new angle. It earned him a loud whinny, followed by the big horse’s front feet rising up slightly. This display kept the coyote smiling as he made his way to the males back and pulled himself up in a single jump. Unused to weight on his back, the colt pranced and turned about. Ezekiel gripped with his legs and continued to speak to the chestnut stallion until the feisty horse had settled. Though he held onto the rope halter the coyote used his legs as he had been taught to guide the horse next to his mother. “He’s not really happy about it,” Ezekiel explained, blonde hair falling into his face. #zeke-text {font-family:georgia; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px 0px; background-image:url(); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; } #zeke-text .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} #zeke-text .divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:5px auto; width:50%;} #zeke-text .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} #zeke-text p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} #zeke-text b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-20-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ It was difficult for her to imagine the relationship Ezekiel had with his family. It was the concept of his family that scared her - She had seen what it had done to Gabriel. The responsibility of it, the intensity of it, had sucked him dry. The colliewoman had known him as a boy, although the memories now were faded almost to oblivion. What power did Inferni have over his bloodline? What power did it have over her children? She could see the same weariness in Ezekiel's eyes as she had seen within Gabriel's, and she feared it.
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<style> A bond like chains locked Ezekiel and his family to Inferni. He accepted this because he had seen it so many times before—the Lykoi’s always returned, even after years of absence. His grandmother, his uncle, his sister, they had all come back. Even he, who had been capable of living and rising to greatness where he had come from, had returned to the Waste. Ezekiel would remain as long as he had a reason; in this case, it was his sister. Now, perhaps, these children would also bind him to Nova Scotia. The woman’s laugh turned her young again. Yet the wariness returned almost as quickly, and reading it, Ezekiel’s eyes darkened. He said nothing as the two began to walk, simply adjusting to the feel of the horse under him. Despite being so large, the stallion was still green. Shifting his foot too far one way or another would earn a grunt or whinny of dissent, but he reassured the big male with soft words. Alaine’s voice trailed back from ahead and Ezekiel looked up and found not only her face, but the owlish stare of Elijah peering out from his saddle-bag. The boy’s peculiar blue eyes were wide and open as ever. It was unsettling, but he did his best to focus on the woman’s face instead. “I didn’t tell him,” Ezekiel said flatly. “I’m sure Talitha ran off to do that.” He paused, ears turning back slightly. “You shouldn’t worry about it,” the archer went on, shifting his weight on the horse. “I don’t think we’d find much use in fuzzballs,” he added pointedly, looking to Elijah with a semi-forced grin. The puppy, rather than find the bared teeth frightening, opened his own mouth and turned his head to a sharp angle. Ezekiel shook his head slightly and turned back to the thick mane of the stallion. #zeke-text {font-family:georgia; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px 0px; background-image:url(); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; } #zeke-text .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} #zeke-text .divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:5px auto; width:50%;} #zeke-text .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} #zeke-text p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} #zeke-text b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-22-2011 [html] Word Count → 5+ Alaine was no longer a pure woman. Perhaps once, she had been a creature of only kindness and innocence of morality, but hard years had transformed the woman into a survivor. There was a wealth of knowledge within her mind, visible only in the gilded emeralds of her eyes. Such old, old eyes for a creature with such a comparably short lifespan to the trees they rode through, to the earth they walked on.
.aw-trinity {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EN9ZX.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .aw-trinity .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .aw-trinity .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .aw-trinity .divider {border-bottom:1px solid;} .aw-trinity p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .aw-trinity b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-22-2011 [html] It seemed his attempt at humor had fallen short. Ezekiel frowned, suddenly unsure if he was doing the right thing. This woman had been quite content with her children before he had come in and upset her routine, and here he was doing it again. Maybe Talitha was right—maybe they were misplaced, he and her, and they were destined to bring nothing but misery down on those they tried to help. A sigh escaped his chest and he loosened the grip on the stallion’s rope halter. His mount did not seem to mind, and responded by picking up his pace a little, now recognizing where they were. Yet his morose outlook faded quickly as she spoke of her profession. Ezekiel’s eyes brightened, realizing he had indeed been right when he had seen her first. “I thought so,” he announced triumphantly. <“I’ve never met a healer who doesn’t carry a bag. Mine doesn’t fit much, but I wasn’t taking care of a whole pack when I was gone,” he babbled on, laughing slightly. “You’d probably love to see the set-up my cousin has, he’s got a whole room dedicated to this stuff. Weird guy, but he’s a lot better at what he does then I am.” #zeke-text {font-family:georgia; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px 0px; background-image:url(); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; } #zeke-text .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} #zeke-text .divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:5px auto; width:50%;} #zeke-text .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} #zeke-text p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} #zeke-text b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-23-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ She had expected him to be somewhat phased by her warning, but at the woman's vague mention of her craft, the man seemed to swell with interest. Inevitably, her emerald gaze was drawn back to Ezekiel at the excited sound of his voice. Curiosity bubbled within her as the youthful male spoke, and her eyes turned from being sullen and wary to scrutinizing, sharp. How curious - The de le Poer man knew something of the healing profession. How curious, indeed.
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<style> There was a peculiar lack of fear within Ezekiel. He had seen a great many terrible things despite his youth, but he did not fear them. Some of this was due certainly to his desire for battle—the golden eyed boy had found sport in the most sacred arts, and he loved it. Fighting made him feel alive. Luckily, his dual-training had given him enough skills to know how to patch himself up after the war. After all, he bore no new scars and even the lighter of the ones on his face had been treated and healed. The two that remained would never leave. Corvus had marked him far too deeply to erase the crow-wolf’s sign. He smiled fondly at her. Enkiel was almost too cold in his reptilian detachment from his patients, having no mercy for those who needed coddled or cared for emotionally. His jackal-born cousin had warned Ezekiel of this when he had spoken to him about Talitha. He did not heal minds, only bodies. Yet something about Alaine, either her pleasant face or deep eyes, it convinced him that she would heal as Fatin had. The offer was met with a pleased tilt of the head. “Only if you would have me,” he replied, turning forward as the trees gave way. The landscape reminded him of Inferni, though the grass here was green and not tan, and lacked the rocky terrain he was so familiar with. Still, it was pleasant to look at. Most of the world he had seen outside of his home was made up of thick forests or crumbling ruins. “I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,” he muttered, recalling one of the poems from a dog-eared book he had saved from the library and read along the way home. #zeke-text {font-family:georgia; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px 0px; background-image:url(); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; } #zeke-text .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} #zeke-text .divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:5px auto; width:50%;} #zeke-text .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} #zeke-text p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} #zeke-text b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-23-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ It seemed strange to Alaine, that she was able to accept the young man so easily. He was no blood, no kin, of hers - And constantly she saw small fractures within him, little mirrors of Gabriel and Inferni. Yet even so, the Apothecary found a sense of understanding deep within her mind. Maybe it was the presence of Dea; it had been so long since she had allowed her heart to believe in such things. But Ezekiel de le Poer was important in ways that she had yet to comprehend, and recognized only in the queer feeling within her with ever glance. The world would require him, someday - Her children would require him.
.aw-trinity {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EN9ZX.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .aw-trinity .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .aw-trinity .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .aw-trinity .divider {border-bottom:1px solid;} .aw-trinity p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .aw-trinity b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-24-2011 [html] Ezekiel was a man made up of ghosts. Heredity was carried through his very essence, wrapped in sinew and blood and bone. Wolf and coyote had given him instincts to survive alone, but his body reflected the latter far clearer. No one would mistake him for a wolf, as they did with his father. Though he did not despise his cousin-creatures, Ezekiel had been dealt cruelty by them firsthand. The young man barely had time to register her response when Nana began moving. Her son whinnied and picked up a similar pace, much to Ezekiel’s dismay. He wrapped his fingers into the thick mane of the stallion and tried frantically to recall what he had been told about horses. His legs tightened their grip, and he leaned forward to hold tighter—which told the colt only that he wished to go faster. Heavy hooves tore up still-soft earth as he shot after his mother, muscles bulging under his winter pelt. Adrenaline rushed through the boy, but it was in a way he understood. Riding like this was similar to fighting, in its own way. He could feel the motion of his mount behind him, read the desire and joy in his body, and finally his own tension slipped away. By comparing it to something he knew already, his muscle memory refocused and began to learn again. Both hands remained locked in the thick mane, forgoing the rope that was draped across his lap. Ezekiel had never experienced something comparable to riding like this, and the expression on his face showed nothing less. #zeke-text {font-family:georgia; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px 0px; background-image:url(); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; } #zeke-text .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} #zeke-text .divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:5px auto; width:50%;} #zeke-text .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} #zeke-text p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} #zeke-text b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-27-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ Had she been a creature born and bred in the saddle, Alaine might have found the motion of the mare beneath her tense thighs to be natural, to be uplifting. As it were, she enjoyed the slight tang of adrenaline as it pumped through her veins - The exhilarating recklessness of being alive. But she was not crafted for life on horseback, and so her interaction with the equine's fluid grace seemed enjoyable at best.
.aw-trinity {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EN9ZX.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .aw-trinity .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .aw-trinity .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .aw-trinity .divider {border-bottom:1px solid;} .aw-trinity p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .aw-trinity b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .aw-trinity u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 03-27-2011 [html] For a man who best communicated physically, riding the horse provided him with something similar to the language of battle. He felt muscles speak to him. The horse was headstrong and full of a desire to prove himself, to show the speed and the power that he knew he had. Yet he respected his mother, however begrudgingly, and slowed to meet her gait. Ezekiel was pleased with this. It meant the horse could be trained. Some boys did not have this capacity—he had fought many a hot-headed brat along his journey from home and back again. The hotel loomed ahead of him like a dark fortress, far different than the Mansion he had once lived in. Overlapping scents warned him of multiple wolves, setting the coyote ill-at-ease. He now understood her warning. If someone else thought Inferni had sent an armed warrior into their midst, he would be fodder in the wolves den. Ezekiel dismounted, and used the halter to lead his mount into the yard. Once the gate was closed, he was met by Alaine’s sudden request. It puzzled him, but he quickly recognized that there was more to her then he had imagined. This woman was smart. No wonder his father admired her. Quickly undoing the straps to the stallion’s halter (they were similar to the ones fashioned on his quiver) he released the big animal and approached. Elvira glared at him and bristled, while Elijah wiggled excitedly. Large hands took the pair in arm and earned him a growl from the girl. Holding each in one arm, the golden-bronze coyote winced as Elvira bit down on one of his fingers. “She’s going to be a charmer,” he offered, whiskers curling as she held fast. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ The man was intelligent, enough so that he saw her mild request for the deeper result it truly was. After removing the halter from his new companion, Ezekiel held out his arms to receive the two pups.
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