the faith you prove

Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-19-2011, 06:14 PM

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Slight powerplay with Nana. :>

On his back there was a familiar heat, the result of fur against fur. He had killed the wolverine he now carried and earned it. Ezekiel had never be fond of the foul-tempered creatures, and now drew unrealistic comparisons to his red-eyed sister. It was frustrating that he would have to deal with such attitude when all he had done was brought the news. Tension drew all of his muscles taunt, causing his fur to bristle against the equally thick wolverine pelt. Despite this, he would never consider changing out the quiver. While not a devout follower of any faith, he believed in the things he had been taught and practiced them.

He was certainly close to or past the borders when the familiar voice called to him. Both of Ezekiel’s roan ears lifted and swiveled to the source. Despite protocol in regards to others lands, Ezekiel believed that he had little to fear from the horse or her owner. Tan feet carried him across still-damp ground, where the last remnants of snow remained diligently and waited for spring to finally melt them. It did not take him long to meet the cause of the commotion, whom he greeted warmly despite a slight reprise for the exasperated looking woman on her back.

As if oblivious to this, Nana trampled right up to him and stuck her large face into the blonde man’s chest. Ezekiel grunted and rubbed her forehead, looking apologetically up to Alaine. “She seems to have taken a liking to me,” he said, unsurprised when his voice caused a wide-eyed child to peer out from the saddlebag he was riding in.

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