Stranger to this Land

Ezequiel Isoko · 02-12-2012, 05:37 PM

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Dated for the 11th. Ezequiel is a couple miles north of Salsola. The noise can either be Odessa or something else, up to you :3.

Branches whipped past Ezequiel's face as he moved stealthily through the trees. The tri-colour male had left his sister behind in a hidden camp while he went out to do some hunting, but somewhere along the way hunting had turned into climbing, which was in theory a good way to get the drop on prey but in practise too noisy when in unfamiliar territory. If he had been in territory he had explored, where he had cleared leafless paths and identified which branches would hold his weight without creaking, then climbing would be a viable hunting strategy.

Still, Ezequiel rarely allowed himself the luxury of just relaxing, especially with recent events, so for now he indulged himself. While making his way through unfamiliar trees was a lot slower than familiar territory it was also much more enjoyable to the male; having to work out what would hold his weight on the fly, and dealing with what happened when a branch didn’t hold his weight, had a certain thrill to it and doing such things in leisure kept him sharp for when he had to do it out of necessity.

Despite the fact that their latest ploy seemed to have worked Ezequiel had still been on edge these last few weeks. Even though there had been so sign of their pursuers since landing in America the last year had ingrained paranoia into Ezequiel's behaviour and even now the collie cross was constantly scanning around, ever vigilant for the flash of tan and black that would signify that they had been found.

Ezequiel's latest jump took him over a fairly large gap and he was forced to stop for a moment, wrapping his arms around the tree he had leapt to and digging his claws in, unable to find a branch sturdy enough to support his weight. Something had caught Ezequie'ls attention and as he stilled completely it came again, a noise from below. Slowly and silently Ezequiel withdrew one hand from the tree, claws sticky where they had pierced the bark, and brought that hand down to his bandoleer. While Ezequiel had left his staff behind, the hefty bladed weapon unsuited to climbing or hunting, he was suddenly regretting that choice. Still remaining silent Ezequiel brushed his fingers over the handle of one of his throwing knives, eyes narrowed as he tried to make out any shape through the leaves.

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