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- Barrett - 05-24-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 05-26-2011 [html] +5 As time had a way of doing, it robbed youth from the mortals. Ezekiel had begun to feel this truth weighing on his shoulders despite his age; he was young, barely more than a child himself, and now he ruled Inferni as his family had done for three generations. It was something he had perhaps wished as a child, but his childhood was blotted out by black holes in his memory. The boy did not know how to account for these; he had spent some time, yes, ingesting a number of substances, but this could not solely be at fault. What medical information he had gathered, from Fatin and Alaine and books, did not speak of an illness. He did not read enough on the mind to know what could effect it, for he had been trained to heal bodies and not souls. It was a small yet aggravating piece of himself he sought to conquer and destroy. For if one thing was certain, it was that Ezekiel was a soldier—and a fine one at that. When the call came, Ezekiel had in fact been with his father. Well, this was not entirely true—he had been with Enkiel, asking the jackal about their supplies and what might be needed from the city. Though summer was fast approaching, Enkiel was still temperamental about the cold nights and rarely left the area around the Mansion for long. He had mentioned a lack of supplies to the Aquila, who returned with the intention of making himself a list of things to find. Gabriel, as he often did these days, had been sleeping on the Guest House porch. The only time his father ever truly did much was if he was asked; and while he was certainly still revered by Inferni, he had dropped effectively from his previous role. Ezekiel left his cousin and found his dark-pelted father staring intently towards the source of the call. He recognized faint, familiar tones in the song and knew it came from a wolf and his face darkened at the call. After a half-hearted argument, in which Gabriel did not reveal the true blood that had summoned him, Gabriel agreed to stay behind so that Ezekiel might investigate in his stead. The aging warrior did not desire to travel further than he had to these days, but disliked the idea of leaving a summons unanswered. With a sharp cry, the coyote roused his grazing mount and rode off towards the originator of the call. What surprised him was that instead of a coyote, a wolf sat on the borders. He was well built and dark, with striking eyes reminiscent of the Lykoi line. Slowing the heavy draft horse to a stop, Ezekiel shifted back and eyed the stranger with pointed interest. There were only faint traces of outward hostility, but this guy hardly seemed like he was looking for a fight. “You the one that called for my father?” Best get to the point, he figured. .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] - Barrett - 05-28-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} .barrett-ooc {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#B16621; text-align: justify; background-color:#000000; border:none; width:400px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;padding:5px 10px 5px 10px;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 05-31-2011 [html] +3 The wolf’s display was almost comical, and Ezekiel cracked a smile at it. He was not as hardened as his peers, who might have sneered at such a reaction. While humor was hard to find these days, the scarred man appreciated it where it could be found. Ibsen was a constant source of such a thing, even if the bird had a tendency to step out of line far too often. Still, he was a bird. Not much could be done about that. Without the need for bridle or saddle, Ezekiel was free to slip from Viggo’s back with ease. He did so more out of his curiosity about the man than to show he was not some mystic being with two heads. The stranger’s familiarity with his family eased Ezekiel’s own tensions, though he remained alert. Patting the horse with one red hand, the coyote smiled in a predatory fashion—his teeth, gleaming, might have invoked aggression elsewhere. “He’s a horse. Pretty useful one too, when he wants to be.” Though not understanding the words, Viggo let out a snort and shoved his owner roughly with his broad head. While swaying from the blow, the coyote only pushed him back with one hand and motioned for him to be off. The horse did so with a whinny and a whack of the tail to the Aquila’s backside, which was tolerated and ignored. His attentions had focused singularly on this dark wolf, claiming familiar blood. “And yeah, Gabriel is my dad. Kaena’s my grandma,” he added, though this was obvious. “You’re a de le Poer, aren’t you?” Or something like one, given his grandfather. Ezekiel had been a boy when he had first meat his father’s cousin, but remembered his wolfish appearance. It was interesting to him that their blood had changed so dramatically—one would hardly suspect Ezekiel of carrying wolf within him if not for his size. .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] - Barrett - 06-02-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} .barrett-ooc {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#B16621; text-align: justify; background-color:#000000; border:none; width:400px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;padding:5px 10px 5px 10px;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 06-05-2011 [html] +3 Ambition had not driven Ezekiel to power, but now that he held it the true nature of the coyote had begun to warp his perception of the world. He had worn his plastic smile and false cheer for so long that he had almost forgotten the terrible places of the world. Between the trio of women he now led with, Ezekiel had been reminded of such things. Once, he had told Sage he fought like a raven—this was a lie. Ezekiel was nothing less than an eagle, savage and proud. It bled through his eyes even as he smiled at the unfamiliar relative. This cousin of sorts was clever in his behavior, and Ezekiel felt he had nothing to worry about from the stranger. The wolf lacked any visible scars and didn’t carry himself as a warrior might. No, if this had been anything more than a delivery Ezekiel was certain that even the most seasoned pretender would not have let his guise slip at the appearance of the horse. Paranoia had grown in his heart since Talitha’s meeting with Dahlia, a meeting that Ezekiel had watched from afar. He had been right to place her and Sage together; they fit into his plans unwittingly and perfectly well. Ignoring the question about the horse, Ezekiel ran the lengthy name along his tongue silently. “Barrett sounds better,” the blonde said, disliking the way ‘Barry’ sounded. It was common, base. “I’m Ezekiel. Or Zeke, if you would prefer that.” Another plastic smile, another faint joke. Few people called him that, either out of unfamiliarity or an unwillingness to address the Aquila as such. A shadow passed the young Aquila’s face. His father was, for all purposes, fine. Yet the boy could not wash the memory of his father’s body, broken and bloodied by the stones, and could not forget that weight as he had carried him back to the Mansion. “Yeah,” he said, but his voice sounded strange. “He retired due to an injury. Kaena stepped down due to her age, too.” The coyote added, as if this might be something worth mentioning. “What did you bring?” He asked suddenly, voice returning to its previous inflection as his attention refocused rather suddenly. .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] - Barrett - 06-08-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} .barrett-ooc {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#B16621; text-align: justify; background-color:#000000; border:none; width:400px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;padding:5px 10px 5px 10px;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 06-23-2011 [html] I suck The odd wolf (whatever hybrid lived in his blood was thin) was quick to present the bag, which Ezekiel moved to with interest. Barrett’s excited explanation drew his attention to the quiver only for a moment. The aforementioned shape was one of the Lykoi family—Ezekiel did not bear the mark as his sister and father, but had a circular bead-work version of the star. He was unsurprised that someone who knew of the family would consider finding that star, but found it a strong gesture none the less. Both packages were wrapped up, but he took them gingerly. Certainly, Gabriel’s was telling. Ezekiel knew little of his father’s pyromania but assumed that this was some sort of private joke between the pair. The Aquila snorted at the thought, rising back to his full height. “I’ll make sure they get them. Neither are really up for travel, but if they want to send anything I guess I’ll come find you. Are you staying anywhere in particular?” He didn’t smell like a pack, which would make finding him in the future more difficult. .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] - Barrett - 06-23-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} .barrett-ooc {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#B16621; text-align: justify; background-color:#000000; border:none; width:400px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;padding:5px 10px 5px 10px;} </style>[/html] |