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- Ithiel de le Poer - 07-14-2012 [html]
The lean summer was not so terrible for Ithiel. He did not hunt large game on his lonesome: instead, the dust-furred coyote preferred to chase after smaller prey. Rabbits and birds were felled easily enough by a single arrow, whereas he might not get close enough to loose a quarrel at a deer, and even if he did, there was no guarantee of death. Something about leaving a creature to struggle, mortally wounded, to their death left an uneasy feeling within Ithiel, and this, too, was part of the reason he did not hunt large prey with his bow and arrow.
Today, however, only a brief gallop through the marshes atop Lystra had yielded a catch of two rabbits and a strange, fat bird he could not identify. On plucking all of the feathers off and taking a bite of the raw, still-warm meat, the dusky-furred hybrid thought it tasted rather a lot like chicken. He sat on the porch of the mansion, munching at his bird. The rabbits sat beside him, and Lystra was meandering around the front of the garden, grazing with her head down. Though he still mistrusted the chestnut mare around other horses, her shift in demeanor was truly remarkable. His crimson eyes followed the movement of his horse as he took another bite, discarding a bone with a flick of his wrist. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Sparrow - 07-15-2012 [html] [/html] - Ithiel de le Poer - 07-16-2012 [html] (--) I forgot that Ithiel likes Sparrow. XD Owellz, they could probably still find something to disagree about and Ithiel could get grumpy like a grump. >_>
The dusky-furred hybrid almost never consumed cooked meat; he could hardly abide the taste. Still, he did not begrudge anyone their preferences, so long as they did not begrudge him his. He might have taken issue with a canine, intended and made by the powers above to be a carnivore and historically dieting solely upon raw meat, consistently spurning raw flesh for cooked. Still, it was not his place to judge any others, and he could no more alter their path than he could save their souls.
The earthen-hued woman who emerged through the gardens and headed toward the mansion was known to Ithiel, but as he'd just torn another chunk off of his strange bird, he did not immediately respond. Instead, he swallowed quickly and lifted his head upward, nodding in response. I'm fine, he said. How are you? Good summer, good hunting, he added, looking over her. Most of Inferni seemed well-fed in Ithiel's eyes, and Sparrow was no exception. It was the sign of a healthy clan: skeletal, lurking figures meant disease, starvation, death. None of that was within the coyote clan, at least not since the wolves had been extinguished. Well, some of the wolves, anyway. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Sparrow - 07-22-2012 [html] /is such a slow person and sucky writer[/html] - Ithiel de le Poer - 07-23-2012 [html] (--) LIAR |:
Ithiel could not complain about summer's hunting. Young things born in spring explored and learned the ways of the world -- or not, as in the case of his rabbits. The dusky-furred hybrid rarely found it difficult to bring down prey, however -- since he preferred the smaller creatures to large and was not particularly picky where he put his arrows, Ithiel was a successful hunter. It was practice, too, to shoot at small, quick creatures such as rabbits: they moved faster than most Luperci, after all, and could disappear into their burrows faster than he could notch an arrow.
He considered her question with a turned ear, ruminating over the subject a moment before providing his answer. Yes, he said. But don't let the calm fool you. Even before the wolves, Halo was attacked. The dust-colored hybrid remembered that day and its fallout rather well -- it had been Myrika's first kill, though she might have placed more emphasis on the arrow he'd stuck in the attacker's side. At least, then, perhaps some of her guilt over the matter would have abated. Inferni is safe because we make it so. The blood of our coyotes pays for our calm and quiet, he said. His tone was as close to cheery as he ever got; it would seem the subject of constant defensiveness was not one Ithiel found depressing. It was simply the way of the world, as he saw it. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Sparrow - 07-28-2012 [html] NU'UH.[/html] - Ithiel de le Poer - 08-07-2012 The dusky hybrid considered her words with a perk of both ears, red eyes narrowing. He considered, ruminating. Did God wish for the deaths of unbelievers? Ithiel did not think so -- he was commanded not to proselytize and flaunt his beliefs as the end-all and be-all. Those in Scintilla knew they were earthbound and had only a poor mortal's grip on the truth of the world. His thoughts and answer both were careful -- philosophical territory was virtually unbroken for the dusky hybrid, and for good reason. I believe they misinterpret God, he said. It is for Him to judge, and Him alone. Those who seek to usurp his judgement are themselves damned. I can't say whether I'd obey a God who wanted his followers to kill, he added. Maybe I would, if I had been given reason to believe God was such a being. Until I came to Inferni, I questioned little. I still don't seek to question my God or faith, but perhaps I would. The dusky hybrid was not certain if he was expressing himself right: he was not good at thinking in speculation and conjecture. |