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- Halo Lykoi - 12-15-2009 [html]
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- Hezekiah Finch - 12-18-2009 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... /rp/s3.png) no-repeat center center;"> All in all, the snow was neither unpleasant or unpleasant for Hezekiah. In fact, he was relatively neutral about it. It had both its pros and cons, or so he was recognising, and those things either made his life easier or made it more difficult. It was always one or the other. In the weeks that had passed since he had found himself in the care of Inferni, his social tolerance had come and gone. Sometimes he was more social, but for the most part, Hezekiah kept to himself. He hadn’t quite achieved that level of acceptance in the clan, at least in his mind. The headway he had made so far was diaphanous. It wasn’t like he didn’t do his so-called watchmen duties, but things had been so quiet that there wasn’t really much to report. Hezekiah wasn’t a seasoned anything (well, maybe a seasoned lacunar amnesiac). His perpetual greenness in skills kept him from being in the limelight for good reason — it was a little embarrassing.
Though he had divulged his general lack of skills to Kaena—who in turn had offered to teach him a thing or two when time allowed—he felt like there was something of a banner tied around his tail when it came to the topic. He learnt well through observation and had on several occasions, watched the various come-and-go creatures of Inferni do their thing. From a good distance, of course; Hezekiah dared not to repeat a chance meeting like he had with Anselm by disturbing anyone else’s acute senses. So while the cold nipped at his fingertips and pinpricked away at his nose as he moved quietly across the sloping and ever-changing terrain of Inferni, he mulled over the day and what it would have in store.
Which would apparently involve stumbling across Halo… and what appeared to be a graveyard of snowmen. It was the clean swipe of the sword in the frigid Canadian air that initially caught his attention, though he didn’t link the sound up to the sword until he had seen the glimmer of steel break through the crudely shaped bundles of snow. His steps slowed as he stood beneath the shade of a scraggily evergreen, innately curious of the trance she was in. With adeptly lightweight steps and turns, Halo was an example of fluid motion and sheer control, and that sort of thing was something he could admire. Perhaps not appreciate just yet, but it wasn’t hard for him to picture the reaction of imaginary somethings at the unfortunate end of her weapon of choice.
- Halo Lykoi - 12-25-2009 [html]
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- Hezekiah Finch - 01-04-2010 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... /hezt5.png) no-repeat bottom center; border: 1px solid black; font: 12px/16px georgia; text-align: justify; color: #5B2E1E;"> Though there was no real way for him to tell what it was that drove Halo to move so swiftly and act with vigour, there was little to deny that there was a power behind the force she used to break the crude snowmen in two. But it seemed that he had come in on the tail end of her act because she was winding down, motions slowing and an internal calm seemingly washed over the action. That was when she noticed him, but this time her noticing him was much the opposite of their first meeting. He saw nothing in her sanguine gaze that made him otherwise defer and turn away. This time, he didn’t feel the need to squirm underneath it. Instead, a faint smile crossed his face momentarily, fuelled by her sincerity. “I’m okay,” he answered, stepping away from his viewpoint to close out the distance between them. “I guess you’re feeling better too, from the looks of things.” Their last meeting was etched well in his recollection, though however brief it may have been, and the fact that she had felt ill then had not been forgotten. But whatever it had been, it must have passed. Just like the wounds he had when he had first been led to Inferni by Kaena, she had recovered, and he had recovered. Even if he still couldn’t quite piece together the how’s and why’s to where he was in relation to where he had been, it was no longer a concern to him. - Halo Lykoi - 01-05-2010 [html]
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She nodded, answering his question without trying out her voice to see if it could refrain from trembling. She inhaled deeply; filling her lungs up and lifting her gaze up at the winter sky. ”Have you come for some sparring?” she asked with that same tranquil smile present. She was pleased to find her voice functioning properly despise the small lump that had wanted to build in her throat. |