some girls wander by mistake

Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-01-2012, 07:23 PM

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no meds yet. just wait kiri. it will be 6am poetry all over again.

In many ways, he understood what it was that stood behind her. Once, Ezekiel had traveled thousands of miles from his home. It had been a lonely journey chasing a ghost, and he had spent it in isolation. He had been social, but there were few friendly faces in the northlands. Dogs and wolves saw his smaller frame as weakness and tested this, and more often than not the boy had fled. He had clung to old-growth forests and abandoned lands, hunting when he could, scavenging when he could not. If he had not found the community in the highlands he would have likely died that cruel winter.

Yet between then and between now he could not remember much, but there was so much space and time that he should be forgiven. The endless cycle of life was muddled with why but he had begun to find that how was an easier thing to answer and to receive. Red ears fanned high, a pointed crown, and he took her in for what she resembled. A ghost; a washed out vision, starved of light and food, of the sister he even yet molded into something new and unfamiliar.

“I am,” he answered easily. “And not normally, no. Opportunity showed itself,” the coyote went on, and looked her over once more. “Do you have time to share a meal?” Or would she run off like her father?

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