hand covers bruise.

[Jeremiah Ezekial]

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Though it was early morning, Jeremiah had already been up for quite some time. He had never been one to sleep in; such a luxury was just not done in his experience, as there was generally too much to be done to waste the daylight sleeping. So he'd awakened with the sunrise, as he did every morning, and after his morning devotions, had begun work on his project. No one had seemed to have a problem with him staying in Borgata Tecolotl, and while he'd considered refurbishing one of the three run-down buildings in the area, he had eventually decided to inhabit one of the sea caves. It was his understanding that once he gained the Family's trust, he may be allowed to stay in a residence closer to the heart of the territory, so it made little sense to invest a lot of time in a dwelling which may be temporary. So he had picked a cave above the tideline, and set to work cleaning it of debris and making it inhabitable.


Thus far he had done little but clear his cave of said debris, as that in and of itself had been a good three days' work. But he'd finished that the previous evening, and now was using pilfered wood from the abandoned structures nearby to make himself a sort of box-bed. The idea was not to elevate himself from the ground or anything so fancy; he simply wanted to keep the sand out of his bedclothes. He'd not been lucky enough to come across actual tools so far, and thus was using a notch-and-peg method to fit the wood together.


He had just begun his first notch when one of the few voices with which Jeremiah was familiar rang out across the shore. His ears perked, such as they could, and he carefully laid his work down. The dog traversed the coast at an easy canter, coming to a stop next to two figures already at the destination. Both he recognized from the Last Supper, and he nodded his head in greeting before following the male's gaze across the water; on the island out there stood the very pregnant form of Eris, accompanied by another. She wanted them on the island, obviously; why were the other two hesitant?


It was then that he noticed the agitated state of the pale dog, and deduced that the female had most likely been trying to encourage him to enter the water. He smiled warmly and placed a hand on the male's shoulder before taking a couple of steps into the water. Naught but water, the merle dog said gently. It will bite thee not, and we will allow thee not to sink.

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