ten nights of the beast

Ezekiel de le Poer · 07-07-2011, 07:29 PM

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He's in lupus form, if that is unclear. <3

While it was certain that Ezekiel’s pelt favored the day, with its colors pulled from the sun itself, he was a creature suited for night. His journey northward had been taken mostly at night, when he was least-likely to encounter strangers. Solitude had served him well those long months, as had silence. Inferni’s land was one he knew now by heart, and so his feet traveled without any need for direction or cause for slowness. At night he took on the lupus form as to make travel easier, finding the supplies he oft carried cumbersome for hunting or running as he often did in the witching hours.

The ocean he preferred at day, for it was welcome relief from a cruel sun, and at night he found it a different beast entirely. Riptides and the dark inky depths of forever were frightening, even for a grown man. He feared those unfamiliar waters and so respected them, keeping a healthy distance from the shoreline. However, it was the tangy scent of mint that caused his course to diverge, bringing him down from the plains and towards the unknown.

Having not been present for the death of his uncle, Ezekiel knew little about the area that he neared. Neither his sister nor his father had divulged much, and the Aquila did not desire to ask about such dark tidings. Yet the man he saw at the burial site could have been his ghost, for the vague memories he had of the faceless stranger. Ezekiel halted abruptly, making no effort to hide his presence. If this man was a ghost, he would find out soon enough.

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