we last because we're colorful

Ezekiel de le Poer · 04-14-2011, 05:25 PM

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+3 ::omg all of my threads are for alaine. Backdated to April 9th, mid-afternoon

He had left his father and Alaine alone the first day, recognizing she would need time to examine him and for the pair to sort out whatever issues her presence in the clan would bring forth. Ezekiel had resumed his duties after a short rest and covered the new borders quickly, finding little to be ill at ease about. It seemed now that they had given up a section of the northern area a passage had been made for wolves, and they took that rather than deal with the coyotes. This pleased the Triarii, but at the same point meant he would have little fighting to do outside of sparring matches.

Ibsen and Zola had been thrilled at his return, and wheeled about as he had gone on patrol. They had begun speaking more high-speech, mimicking Ezekiel’s words as best they could. Zola was capable of having conversations in the broken tongue, while Ibsen would break in with a scathing comment now and again at something said. They were an interesting pair, and Zeke was glad for their company, even if they bickered often. This often devolved into fighting, which the warrior would break up with a snarl if it got out of hand.

Having finished the patrol north, he began riding south with the birds in tow. He wanted to see Alaine and ensure her safety, worried what Talitha might think of the collie’s presence. Nana was still grazing contently in the yard when they arrived, and she pranced over to the troupe like a filly. Zeke, always amused by her antics, dismounted fluidly and was greeted with a nudge to the chest. While he pet the mare’s face, the ravens settled on Viggo’s back. The horse was now used to them, and began to graze himself while the duo mocked Ezekiel’s romance with the mare, to which he responded in a bird-like fashion of low-speech, offering a single-handed gesture of his own to show his irritation with the pair.

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