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- Mason Alexandre Hesiod - 08-20-2009 [html]
- Hezekiah Finch - 08-26-2009 I hope I got Mason's general information figured out okay... you didn't have your profile filled out so I'm kind of guessing. And I also rambled. D: [html] Two days in and some of the soreness was starting to leave his body, though the bandaged gash in his side was still the most tender thing there was. His head had long stopped aching and the heavy blanket of myopia had been reduced to what it usually was. He felt more sure on his feet, clearly recovering through the care that had been doled out to him. Despite whatever informal bringing up he had been given, he knew without anything said that he was indebted to Inferni; a concept that was mature for a adolescent to grasp. But Hezekiah was unknowingly mature and clear-headed for what was going on his life. He hated the uncertainty and the not knowing, but it didn’t drive him into the throes of anxiety or the fear that had addled his brain a day or two ago.
No, he was surprisingly calm. Just as calm as he had been watching Anselm drag a corpse away and make another pike for another head to sit upon. So in a sense as he meandered loosely through the vast territory that Inferni had claimed, he applauded himself for handling things like an adult. And it really was something that Hezekiah had to do on his own, because he knew that he would not be getting the praise anywhere else. Certainly not from his father. Even though the circumstances as to how he had ended up where he was and how he had gotten injured had yet to come back to him, the fog that had been over his general life had lifted. He now had the understanding of why he had told Kaena he would most likely consider a home with them.
There really wasn’t that much back home for him.
Not knowing where it was only attributed to the ease of leaving it behind, although there were certainly things that he missed about it. Things that did not cross his mind as he took in the sights, allowing himself to be drawn towards the shore simply because of the auditory delight it gave him. He was familiar with the coast, albeit not this one. The coast he had been raised on faced the rising sun, not the setting one. Out where the treeline broke for the rocky, sandy shores did he emerge, taking easy but long strides towards the crisp waters. He wouldn’t dare get his bandage wet and would especially not tolerate the stinging of the salt water anywhere near his healing wound, but he would enjoy the seaside all the same.
Even more so because there was someone there that he could possibly connect with. So far all he had encountered were adults that seemed either as old as his father or slightly younger (what their true ages were he didn’t bother estimating), so to spot someone who was similar to him—a child, distinctly coyote albeit a lighter shade than he—coaxed him to drop his charade of being oh-so-mature and older than he really was. As the distance between them closed, Hezekiah’s brow furrowed at the sight that the younger lad was making. Splashing, hopping, snapping wildly at what he could only guess were the glimmers of fish… and he wasn’t really that good at it.
“What’re you doing?” Hezekiah called out to him softly after watching him snap a couple times more. It should have seemed fairly obvious what he was doing, but for all he knew, maybe this boy was just playing with the fish. Something else Hezekiah could have related to, given that he had either been too young and small or old and big to really tussle with anyone purely for fun. Which was probably why he was how he was; a budding intellectual made of easily shaped clay instead of a refined hunter or fighter made out of stone. - Mason Alexandre Hesiod - 08-28-2009 [html]
- Hezekiah Finch - 08-28-2009 [html] Ah, so he was fishing. A small smile spread across the length of Hezekiah’s muzzle as the boy bounded out of the water to circle around him with enough excitement for both of them. It was endearing, to say the least, of him to be fishing for Kaena. Aside from Inferni, he felt he was particularly indebted to her as well, because she had been kind enough to make sure he was well off before turning him loose through the territory itself. But Mason did have the right idea about catching them — they most certainly did have to hide. Standing in the water and charging into whatever swallow-watered piles turned up didn’t do them any good.
“I don’t think they can see or hear us up here,” Hezekiah murmured back, letting his gaze roam from the younger boy to the rolling sea and the surrounding landscape. “I’m not that good at fishing in this form either… but what if you tried to jump on them off of the rocks over there?” Gesturing towards the aforementioned rocks with a finger, he took a tentative step towards them, carefully making his steps on the real possibility that the tricky fish would see his taller figure moving towards them.
“Since you’re smaller and quicker, I bet if you sneak real careful on these rocks, they won’t see you coming. And then when the next wave comes in… you could try jumping on them.” They moved right along with the waves, seemingly pushed by them, so it seemed like a good idea. He stopped just before the damp rocks, just where the sand was damp enough to stick to the bottom of his feet, and peered towards co-conspirator. “What do you think?” - Mason Alexandre Hesiod - 09-02-2009 [html]
- Hezekiah Finch - 09-27-2009 Sorry about the wait. [html] “I'm Hezekiah,” he supplied, just as quietly as the younger boy. For the first time since he had been taken in by Inferni, a small smile graced his usually stoic features. Now that they had been acquainted, it was time to get into place and perhaps their assault on the silvery fish in the salty sea. Though he did not join Mason on the rocks, Hezekiah crouched carefully and leaned against them all the same to put himself eye-level with his newfound friend, mindful of the bandaged wound at his side as he did so, and peered out at the rolling shallow waters.
“Look, they're gathering again. They think we're gone,” he said, gesturing with one hand ever so slightly over the top of the rough stone as the waves pushed the fish to-and-fro. He turned his attention back to Mason with an encouraging grin. “Are you ready?” If the fish were as stupid as Hezekiah believed them to be, their first shot didn't have to be the best. It would have been fantastic, but there was a logical part of his mind that ruled against the likelihood that they'd be straight A fish-catchers right off the bat.
But they'd find out in a matter of seconds. - Mason Alexandre Hesiod - 10-01-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j19/S ... ranges.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:300px; border:1px #000000 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;"> It happens.
- Hezekiah Finch - 10-06-2009 It's kind of the story of my life. I've gotten so bad at time management everywhere else but my homework, lol. ;_; Cute table, btw! [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... p/hezt.png) no-repeat top center;"> In the blink of an eye, Mason had jumped into the ocean shallows and in another blink, he had disappeared beneath the frothy white-tops of the waves as they rolled in, his body nothing more than a dark blur like the scattering fish he was after. Hezekiah tensed, his breath held in without much acknowledgement at all and it was baited at that — he wanted to know if his plan worked or not. For every second that went by, it seemed like the race to the next one got slower and slower until finally, just behind the next set of waves that rolled in, Mason’s sandy head peaked through the waters with an expression nothing short of triumph.
And in turn, Hezekiah beamed just as broad of a smile back to him. “You did it! You caught a fish!” he called out to him despite stating the obvious and pulled away from the outcropping of rocks around to the shore where he expected to see the younger boy come back to land. They had got one fish now and even if it was a small fish, it was still a fish. It was still success, it was a start off on the right foot. “Man, you looked just like a fish yourself when dove underwater after them like that,” he went on to say, with a hearty wave of his bushy tail, just daring to creep close enough to the waters that they met his ankles.
- Mason Alexandre Hesiod - 10-09-2009 Homework is a good thing to be on top of, and thanks And this is going to be short & crap, because I have to take a quiz in this class soon :X [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j19/S ... ranges.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:300px; border:1px #000000 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;"> Mason struggled against the water, making his footsteps heavier as he made his way toward his fishing companion. The fish was held clenched in his teeth, though a canine smile was apparent on his face. As he reached the shallowest waters, he blinked salt from his eyes. The fish was still wriggling, struggling to return to the water. The boy shook his head heard, flipping the fish about in retaliation to its struggles.
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