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- Ezekiel de le Poer - 07-06-2011 [html] +3 Private Not only was he facing this growing and unwelcomed neighbor to the north, but Salsola’s arrogant leader had ruffled his feathers during their meeting. To top this off, he had noticed familiar scents fading—Inferni was shrinking. Fear had forced him to voice his concerns to Gabriel, but the graying former-Aquila had reassured him that this was typical. Still, he was stressed; Talitha’s growing bump made him all the more agitated. What if she lost these children as she had the others? Would she lose her mind again and hurl herself into the sea? Beyond that, whose children was she carrying? The wolf-dog’s? Cotl’s? Both options left a cold feeling in his gut. So he had gone south, taking what had been Highway 102 towards the city. Viggo traveled at an easy pace, occasionally picking up speed where the highway gave away to soft grass. They stopped once to rest at the lake, but only for about half an hour before heading on. By this point, it was early afternoon and warm. Halifax greeted him like a skeletal graveyard, and the highway split—Ezekiel allowed Viggo to choose their path, and soon enough they had left major roadways and entered the residential section of the city. Ezekiel had all but retreated into his mind when a familiar smell caught his nose. He sniffed and turned his head here and there. Someone was smoking marijuana nearby, and potent crop at that. With a low click, he turned Viggo and they trotted towards the source. What he found made the Aquila balk, and his heavy horse snort and perk up with confusion. Barrett (or Barry, as he insisted on being called) was playing with what looked like a plank of wood. The coyote made a face but said nothing, finding the whole thing curious. .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 - 07-06-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-reality p {padding:0px 30px 5px 30px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-reality b {color:#F7FF91; font-family:tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:11px;text-shadow: #A3916B 0.08em 0.08em 0.3em; } .barrett-reality {font-family: Muli, tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#F7FF91; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#342114; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... horter.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:170px 0px 20px 0px; border:none; width:500px; border-radius:50px; -moz-border-radius:50px; -webkit-border-radius:50px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 07-06-2011 [html]
As it turned out, whatever this new trick was seemed far from rehearsed. Ezekiel chuckled at the display, but the wear too showed in his body. His shoulders, while broad and strong, were slightly sagged. Thankfully, Viggo made up for this with his own display. The stallion snorted loudly at the dark wolf’s approach, but listened to his rider’s body and understood there was no danger and so remained still. His stallion was a proud thing, but knew how to obey the ferocious coyote on his back. “Just getting away for a bit,” he offered, sliding from the broad-backed Clydesdale with ease. Without the need for a saddle or bridle the Aquila was at an advantage as opposed to other riders. Once on the ground, the red horse nudged him for confirmation of this stranger’s familiarity. “What are you doing?” Ezekiel asked as he patted the burly horse on the side of the face, sidestepping so that the brute could extend his face towards the funny-smelling wolf. .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 - 07-06-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-reality p {padding:0px 30px 5px 30px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-reality b {color:#F7FF91; font-family:tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:11px;text-shadow: #A3916B 0.08em 0.08em 0.3em; } .barrett-reality {font-family: Muli, tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#F7FF91; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#342114; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... horter.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:170px 0px 20px 0px; border:none; width:500px; border-radius:50px; -moz-border-radius:50px; -webkit-border-radius:50px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 07-06-2011 [html]
Years of living in the wild had given him a physique cut from the land itself. Learning to ride had been a quick, initially painful process that became easy once he practiced it. His legs had grown strong in the thigh with the wide girth of Viggo’s broad backside. Still, it was easier to ride the fat stallion than a smaller one—he couldn’t imagine jumping on Maschine or Fear, with their dainty frames and fiery tempers. Like his encounter with Micah, Ezekiel didn’t have to struggle to recognize there was something bothering the younger male. So he offered him a plastic smile, amber eyes unmet by the look, and agreed to join his darker companion. Barrett suggested letting the horse graze but worried about his plants; Ezekiel alleviated this fear by speaking to the horse and telling him this. The whinnies and hand-gestures drew a perplexed gaze from the would-be-de le Poer, but Ezekiel ignored it and returned to High Speech quickly. “What’s eating you?” He asked as they entered the garage. .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 - 07-06-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-reality p {padding:0px 30px 5px 30px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-reality b {color:#F7FF91; font-family:tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:11px;text-shadow: #A3916B 0.08em 0.08em 0.3em; } .barrett-reality {font-family: Muli, tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#F7FF91; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#342114; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... horter.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:170px 0px 20px 0px; border:none; width:500px; border-radius:50px; -moz-border-radius:50px; -webkit-border-radius:50px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 07-06-2011 [html]
It was an impressive set up, this place, and Zeke admired it despite his dislike of human buildings. He had once had a bad experience in a crumbling village and gained a healthy respect for the land’s desire to reclaim such things. Of course, a winter had shown him just how terrible the land could be—not this storm past, but another, had ripped a house asunder while the coyote hid out under strong, familiar stone. He none the less sat with ease, shrugging off the bow, quiver, and bag into a large pile at his side. Nude as he was, Barry’s pants seemed silly. Of course as Zeke had told his sister, he was a savage. Had he not known the names and meanings of war-paint, he might have worn it daily. His fur, naturally deviating between red and gold and black, was enough color for him now. The Aquila blinked at the admittance and leaned back, pulling his feet up and onto the table. “Shit,” he cursed mildly, shaking his head. “That was a pretty dumb thing to do. How old are you?” Yet as he watched the darker wolf answer him, he found that his gaze was elsewhere. Zeke turned his head, and found the reason why. “Oh whoa,” he said, suddenly excited. “I haven’t seen anything like that in years.” .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 - 07-06-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-reality p {padding:0px 30px 5px 30px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-reality b {color:#F7FF91; font-family:tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:11px;text-shadow: #A3916B 0.08em 0.08em 0.3em; } .barrett-reality {font-family: Muli, tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#F7FF91; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#342114; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... horter.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:170px 0px 20px 0px; border:none; width:500px; border-radius:50px; -moz-border-radius:50px; -webkit-border-radius:50px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 07-06-2011 [html]
Two. Zeke made a face. He was three and he hadn’t even thought about kids. Hell, he hadn’t even thought about sex in months. Women were nothing but trouble and as inconsistent as a summer storm. Talitha had proven that several times over, going from psychotic one minute to loving the next. If all women were like his sister, heaven help the less-fair sex. Before he had time to interject, the younger wolf went about packing the glass with his herbs. Ezekiel was again thankful he was alone—Talitha had cut him off before, but perhaps that was for the best. While acting as Aquila he wasn’t allowed to be himself. Not that he had time for marijuana much anymore; patrols meant his senses had to be clear. Sage’s herbs, as he had quickly found from her fighting lesson, dulled these. Yet his hands worked with muscle memory and his lungs did as well. He sparked flame, burned the green plant, and breathed in smoke. When he drew back he held his breath for a moment, two, and then as his throat began to burn released a cloud of gray-white smoke with a slight cough. “I used to,” he admitted, holding out the glass. “Don’t have time for it now that I’m Aquila,” he grumbled, emphasizing the word with a sneer. .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 - 07-12-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-reality p {padding:0px 30px 5px 30px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-reality b {color:#F7FF91; font-family:tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:11px;text-shadow: #A3916B 0.08em 0.08em 0.3em; } .barrett-reality {font-family: Muli, tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#F7FF91; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#342114; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... horter.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:170px 0px 20px 0px; border:none; width:500px; border-radius:50px; -moz-border-radius:50px; -webkit-border-radius:50px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 07-27-2011 [html]
The smoke filled his lungs like a familiar friend, and Ezekiel knew that what came next would be not long in wait. His fingers, pads thick and calloused by the bow and physical labor, were still nimble enough to work the fragile glass and fire. He took another hit and held his breath while Barrett spoke of some false ideal of what being a king was. Ezekiel handed him the piece back, face warping into a cruel smile. It turned him into a dead man he had never know (though the eyes belonged to the dead man’s lover) and knew little about. He looked down at his own feet, stained a no-color brown by the earth and the distance put between him and his home. The drug slipped into his brain silently, turning his eyes hazy. Familiarity brought comfort, and he smiled in that same terrible way—as if masochistically he enjoyed the pain. “I feel like I live in Purgatory,” he explained, smoke pouring out of his mouth. He gestured with his hands to draw the mythical pyramid. “Surrounded by the Wrathful and Envious and Proud, and those made wicked by love.” He added bitterly, leaning back against the couch. .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 - 07-28-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-reality p {padding:0px 30px 5px 30px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-reality b {color:#F7FF91; font-family:tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:11px;text-shadow: #A3916B 0.08em 0.08em 0.3em; } .barrett-reality {font-family: Muli, tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#F7FF91; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#342114; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... horter.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:170px 0px 20px 0px; border:none; width:500px; border-radius:50px; -moz-border-radius:50px; -webkit-border-radius:50px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 08-01-2011 [html]
Unreal chains and links bound him to the Waste, for if he had no leash, he might have fled this very day and never returned. Ezekiel could taste freedom and he knew the cost. It would both save and destroy him to abandon Inferni. This was, he supposed, why his father had returned. They all came back, eventually. Both eyes turned wild, sharpening to those of a predator. He grinned a terrible grin, teeth bared and whiskers curled up towards the red streak across his face. “You should read more,” he explained, as if this was all that needed said. “A woman came to me filled with demons,” he went on and closed his eyes. The story was not his own, and he did not presume to call himself the son of God, but how close did those familiarities fall. “I tried to cleanse her, but some demons are stronger than others.” He lifted one hand (red, like his face, red like blood) and brushed his fingers over the scars that cut across his eye. The other opened, regarding the dark boy as if he might try and consume him whole. “What about this woman of yours, Barry,” a jeer, but he smiled as he spoke. “, what is she gonna do to you?” .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 - 08-03-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-reality p {padding:0px 30px 5px 30px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-reality b {color:#F7FF91; font-family:tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:11px;text-shadow: #A3916B 0.08em 0.08em 0.3em; } .barrett-reality {font-family: Muli, tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#F7FF91; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#342114; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... horter.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:170px 0px 20px 0px; border:none; width:500px; border-radius:50px; -moz-border-radius:50px; -webkit-border-radius:50px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 08-03-2011 [html]
In the Good Book, the Man-Jesus was born from God and an earthly woman and sent to earth to save men from themselves. For twelve years he lived in ignorance of his fate, only to be told he would one day die a horrible death and live in hell until he was reborn. Ezekiel did not think of himself as so mighty, but he found the story parallel to his own in many ways. Perhaps he was closer to Moses, who had killed and gone into exile. Perhaps he had a fate that would one day make the eternity of duty and love worth it all. So his eyes looked older than he was, and his soul felt like that of a bird desperate to fly. He smiled at the idea of time destroying things, but how many eons would he have to wait? The wisdom of a boy felt void to him. Hands the color of blood-stained earth grasped the glass, and he filled his lungs with smoke, filled his head with that dull and familiar hum. Ezekiel breathed out of his mouth like a dragon, eyes half-lidded and hazy. “I would be careful if I was you,” he warned his would-be cousin. “They’re like fire.” Women, that was. Warm and comforting one moment, destructive and terrible the next. He passed Barrett back his piece and slumped onto his side, face resting on the familiar wolverine pelt quiver. It still smelled like the forest. God, how he missed those dark places of the world. The coyote didn’t recall much past then, for he quite suddenly was sucked into the black-night of sleep and heard nothing more. .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 - 08-03-2011 [html] 251
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