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- Ezekiel de le Poer - 04-14-2011 [html] +3 ::omg all of my threads are for alaine. Backdated to April 9th, mid-afternoon He had left his father and Alaine alone the first day, recognizing she would need time to examine him and for the pair to sort out whatever issues her presence in the clan would bring forth. Ezekiel had resumed his duties after a short rest and covered the new borders quickly, finding little to be ill at ease about. It seemed now that they had given up a section of the northern area a passage had been made for wolves, and they took that rather than deal with the coyotes. This pleased the Triarii, but at the same point meant he would have little fighting to do outside of sparring matches. Ibsen and Zola had been thrilled at his return, and wheeled about as he had gone on patrol. They had begun speaking more high-speech, mimicking Ezekiel’s words as best they could. Zola was capable of having conversations in the broken tongue, while Ibsen would break in with a scathing comment now and again at something said. They were an interesting pair, and Zeke was glad for their company, even if they bickered often. This often devolved into fighting, which the warrior would break up with a snarl if it got out of hand. Having finished the patrol north, he began riding south with the birds in tow. He wanted to see Alaine and ensure her safety, worried what Talitha might think of the collie’s presence. Nana was still grazing contently in the yard when they arrived, and she pranced over to the troupe like a filly. Zeke, always amused by her antics, dismounted fluidly and was greeted with a nudge to the chest. While he pet the mare’s face, the ravens settled on Viggo’s back. The horse was now used to them, and began to graze himself while the duo mocked Ezekiel’s romance with the mare, to which he responded in a bird-like fashion of low-speech, offering a single-handed gesture of his own to show his irritation with the pair. .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 - 04-14-2011 [html]
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When morning broke on her second day in the land of the murderous coyotes, Alaine thanked Morrigan for her life and her soul, and went about her self-placed duties. It was extreme to think of herself as dwelling in such a hostile place, but the Aquila had promised her protection, and thus far the chaotic band he called a clan had abided by this. The woman she loathed to see, Talitha, had not come - But nor had any others, apart from the Infernian healer himself. An interesting young man, somewhat blunt and unemotional, but wise nonetheless. She could find no flaws in the methods he had used to care for Gabriel, but had insisted on taking over his duties for the wounded King while here so that he might attend the needs of the rest of the clan.
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FOREVER MELONE~
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A delighted burst of laughter, such a strange and wondrous sound, spilled from her at the antics of the thickly-built mare. As poor Ezekiel spluttered to pull air back into his affronted lungs, the Apothecary chuckled to herself, emerald eyes sparkling with amusement. Her rotund steed certainly never shied away from her physical adoration for the male. It was almost as though she had claimed him as a part of her brood. Viggo seemed nonplussed by his mother's antics, and continued to graze.
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Oblivious to her deeper thoughts, the bronze-tinted male smiled broadly at her display. She had begun to loosen up around him, a contrast to the rather stern figure he had met originally. This pleased him. He disliked severe women, and did not think it suited the rather soft figured collie. Still, he respected her when she so demanded such a thing. For now though, he was not taking lessons but instead relaxing from the duties he had neglected retrieving her. His eyes betrayed the worry that came with talk of his father’s injury, for Ezekiel likewise recognized that something was wrong with the wound. While his ribs had head cleanly from their break, what had occurred to Gabriel was far worse than being attacked by a demon. This lasted only momentarily, for he shrugged and smiled toothily at her question. “Oh, I don’t need anything. Maybe a break from these two,” he added crossly, glaring at the ravens. They fluffed up, as if offended by the comment, and began rattling off in their own tongue. The coyote rolled his eyes at this, responding in an equally sharp caw, hands moving in a flurry of motion to speak in gestures all their own. .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 - 04-17-2011 [html]
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She unknowingly mirrored his relief at being able to relax about the younger male. It was not often that Alaine could reveal herself from beneath the Apothecary's mask, and few had made it to the point in her psychological chambers where she did so with a sense of relish. It surprised the woman how heavy the mask was; for all those years that she had worn it seamlessly, the heaviness had been toted without thought.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 04-18-2011 [html] +3 It was lucky for him that this new mentor was as sharp-witted as the others. The boy Ezekiel had once been had change somewhere out in the wilderness, after his ribs had been broken and his face scarred, after his sister had fled from the shadows that chased her still. He smiled a reptilian thing (though he was nowhere near as cold as his cousin in this respect) but it was a smile that hid so much. Responsibility, built out of ghosts whose heredity piled on his broad shoulders, had brought so much depth to an otherwise light-hearted child. It showed in his eyes, which were old in a still young form. Of course, he was not so wounded as to forget his age, and he found great joy in the company he kept. This was a limited bunch though, consisting mostly of beasts who were separate from the world of canines. Alaine was an exception. Even if she often scolded him, and even if her children disturbed him, the coyote enjoyed her company immensely. Yet the motion she took was so sudden and so surprising that his body betrayed him; hackles rose along his spine, puffing his tail out to a brush-bottle. Instinctively, he tensed. His face turned owlish and wide-eyed—as soon as he realized this, he forced it to change. Her hand left him. Nervously, the coyote adjusted on the railing. “I can talk to most animals,” he explained, ears back slightly. “It’s easier with these two because I’ve raised them. That one is Ibsen,” he motioned to the larger of the pair. “And his brother, Zola. We lost their father in the rockslide,” Ezekiel added forlornly, though he no longer grieved for the raven. The wilderness had taught him to be cruel, and he knew Marlowe would not want him to weep. After all, he had a much more important task at hand. .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 - 04-26-2011 [html]
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Reasonably, the young man seemed startled and a little shaken by her strange outburst. For once, the slender healer woman was too immersed in her own curiosity and nostalgia to care. Emerald eyes remained keenly upon him, darting as he spoke to rest on the dark feathered creatures sitting balefully out of reach.
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It was clear that the idea of that it was not Ezekiel’s ability to speak to animals, but to speak to these birds in particular, that so interested her. Ezekiel’s ears went high again, oversized-coyote things. Hybrid as he was, it was only his mother’s blood that truly appeared in his sharp frame. Gabriel had given him weight and size; he was much larger than average coyotes, save those few oddities who outweighed him. The young man was the sum of his wholes, and subtly sought to eradicate the wolf from his family. The ravens tilted their heads to and fro, listening and understanding only the words they recognized. Her foreign language was lost on them, as it was lost on Ezekiel, and he smiled slightly at the reassurance. Yes, death always came. Savage and cruel as the world was, that was the singular certainty. No one lived forever. “Oh yes,” he explained, looking to the birds. “Isn’t that right, you two?” As if realizing they had been caught, the pair fluffed their feathers and hopped to and fro. It was Ibsen who spoke first, his broken voice rough as ravens always were. “You speak different,” he said to the collie, tilting his head to better look at her with one eye. “Yes, but it is nice,” Zola seconded, his voice slightly higher than his larger kin. .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 - 04-28-2011 [html]
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Open-minded though she was, Alaine still viewed the birds as little more than pets to her large-eared pupil. They were not Luperci, and although they were close to her gods, surely they were capable of only as much reasoning as the smartest prey. Birds had an intelligent look about them - Something about their beady eyes, that made her think of Elvira - but when their beaks opened and out flowed words, the woman was stunned.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 04-28-2011 [html] +3 Of course it might seem odd that birds could speak—Ezekiel had, however, been introduced to this concept young. Marlowe had come with the clan from across the mountains, and Marlowe had dominated the native beasts with his superior intellect. He had been truly remarkable, perhaps even a genius by the level of intelligence he commanded. The warrior hoped that his sons would show such promise, and they had begun to do so thanks to his teachings. Both birds made cawing laughter at the woman’s reaction. They found the behavior of these furry things quite entertaining, to the point that they had learned to imitate it around Ezekiel. He shot them a dirty look, believing they were being cruel, but the birds made subtle signs that this was not the case. Alaine’s next question was spoken to him, and the Triarii thought for a moment before answering. “They’re still young,” he explained, making motions with his hands so the birds would understand as well. While they knew what his words meant, it still helped them to see the low-speech in the way Ezekiel performed it. “They’re capable of holding conversation. Their father could read, and they’re starting to learn as well. Both of them can speak, but they pretend not to because it amuses them.” His tone shifted as he spared the birds a glance, as if this irritated him. “Your kind are…entertaining,” Ibsen said, pausing to find the right word. “Very expressive things, you are.” Curious, the smaller brother hopped down from his perch and took several bobbing steps towards the collie woman. “She looks so different, too. What would you call her? Not wolf,” he asked, tilting his head to eye the woman. He had seen wolves before, and knew what they looked like, but she was something very different. .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 - 05-03-2011 [html]
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The sound of raucous avian laughter made her jump slightly. Emerald eyes that had lingered on her pupil flitted back to the ebony birds, watching them suspiciously a moment. This was not the first time she had seen carrion, of course - The birds were a hunter's friend, finding wounded or ill animals and circling, circling the heavens. They were so easily mistaken for an omen of death, but Alaine knew them to be canny creatures. The old stories said that they had worked as partners with those of the Badb clan, but as with most fairytales, Alaine had long since discarded these stories as fantastical tales of an intelligence that did not exist.
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She could sense Zeke watching on, and knew her pupil to be very attached to these strange feathered creatures that had proven themselves capable of far-reached intellect. Her mind bloomed to all of the strange possibilities this odd interaction had provided, and never again would the Winter's woman so easy brush off the beady stare of one of the black-winged kin.
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