wild and running for one reason

Ezequiel Isoko · 03-13-2012, 07:56 PM

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Oh hai thar /+301

It was a fairly rare occasion recently that one would find Ezequiel simply resting and doing nothing. In recent months the jackal hybrids every move had been for survival's sake, even his carving had been so that he had things to trade, but now for the first time since reaching America Ezequiel was relaxing, letting the near constant tension that had racked him as a result of the pursuit across Europe finally fade away a tiny bit.

Ezequiel was currently lounging along a thick branch, fairly low down on a tree with a truck to match its impressively strong branches. The winter months had left this large specimen bare of elaves and so if Ezequiel had cared to see, or even ahd his eyes open, he would have been able to easily see the brown wolf running in the general direction of his tree out of the distance.

However instead of paying attention Ezequiel was singing. Or to be specific he was singing in Irish, an old lullaby that his mother used to sing to him and Anita a long time ago. Ezequiel wasn't the best singer, he was actually fairly bad at it, but he was talented enough to relax himself with the calming song and it showed in his posture; aside from a single arm gripping the branch for balance all his limbs hung down bonelessly.

If one were to somehow miss both Ezequiel and his quiet singing then the staff at the bottom of the tree would grab their attention. Made of lacquered black wood, carver with intricate celtic symbols and topped with a gleaming silvery blade the staff was a rather impressive sight, and was currently set against the three trunk by itself, directly beneath Ezequiel where he could hear if somebody was attempting to steal it.

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