the faith you prove

Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-19-2011, 10:53 AM

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This is backdated for March 7th--early morning. Private.

The first reaction had been shock, followed by anger. It was typical. Ezekiel hated to admit it, but he was no better than his sister. After she had all but lost her mind on him, the coyote-hybrid had grabbed the books she had thrown at him and left. Once he was out of sight, he had begun to run. It was a spontaneous reaction from stress. If he had been thinking he would have left the weapons and the bag on his hip behind, but Zeke’s mind had become a stormy place.

When he finally slowed, miles from home, his breathing was deep but not uneven. He leaned against a tree and panted, half-bent over with his hands on his knees. Blonde hair fell into his face, obscuring his vision. For a long time he stared at the ground and felt resentment burn in his chest. For as much as he loved his sister, she was nothing like he remembered. She was someone else entirely, petty and shallow and ignorant. It wasn’t his fault that their father had other children. Hell, it wasn’t even all that surprising. After all, his two eldest children were misfits. Ezekiel’s eyes darkened and he set his jaw.

His path took him south and through the night. Spite drove him, though he hated to admit it. For as adult as he acted, Ezekiel had grown up without any direction. The wilderness had turned him savage despite the fact that he had done his best to stay golden. Cwmfen would have been able to see that change, and he felt a deep ache at this knowledge. Still, it didn’t matter. The world was a savage place. He kept a bright outlook because it was all he could do, but even someone who constantly looked to the sun could not forget the darkness.

He was close to the borders when he smelled horse, and began following it.

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