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    Finally. (: It's kind of long, you don't have to match the length. :b



They say this anger, this emotion, and this passion is all a lie




      All the scents clouded his mind and he stood at the borders of a long forgotten dream. With his eyes closed he concentrated on picking out scents here and there, tossing aside the ones that did not matter. Gabriel's scent was the first he was able to distinguish. The boy was excited to see his father, it had been quite a while since he seen the face of his own father. The memory of it was starting to slip and he had no intention of losing it. Talitha's scent was fresh and she had sat near this spot not a couple hours before. His tail wagged behind him back and forth. But, no matter how long he stayed there for he could not pick out one of the most important in his life.


      Faolin had promised to come back for him. He knew she kept every one of her promises because she always had with him. He never once remember her breaking any. He remembered a few months ago being curled up in her lap next to a fire with Fatin and Tristan across from them on the other side and just listening to her sing songs. She whispered in his ears and told him that she was going to make sure Talitha was safe with his father and was also going to see if it was safe to come home. If all things were well she would be back. But, she never came back and the boy had stayed with Fatin and Tristan learning everything he could from the two. He was skilled with plants and medicines now and was an excellent marksman. He picked up things easily from the two and felt as if they were his extra set of parents. The boy sighed and leaned back against the trunk of the tree closing his eyes.


      Ezekiel was suspended about fifteen feet by a branch attached to a large oak that stood outside the borders of Inferni. The golden boy knew he would be welcome upon the lands but he just did not feel like talking to anyone right now. He missed his family and the knot in his stomach would not go away. Frowning he looked down at the ground below him and dug his nails into the bark. Anxiety was building up and his breathing quickened, what if Faolin never made it? What if she died? What would he do without his mother? Tears stung the boy's eyes as he stared down at the ground below hoping to make her reappear somehow. He used the back of his arm and wiped away the tears. He was a man, he could not cry like this!


      He sat there and waited on his perch, waited for someone to come out and find him. His scent must have drifted into the lands by now. Would they remember him? A few particular scents he remembered besides Gabriel and Talitha. The boy was nearly full grown. He was lanky in his optime form and it was only worse in his natural form. He was approaching his birthday soon and would be an entire year old. His fur was growing in nice and thick for winter which gave the boy a bit more to him then skin and bones. His fur was a brilliant golden hue which faded to a creamy color like his mother's fur. It had streaks of red and copper all through it. His hair was a darker color than his fur though and he had dreads like Tristan, though they were tied back away from his face with a piece of thin rope. He was growing to be a tall boy, but not so much on the heavy side. Golden eyes stared out across the sands. It was evident coyote blood ran through his veins along with a mix of others. He had large oversized ears and a slim appearance much like his mother, but held a body much bigger than any coyote and oversized paws that seemed to big for his body. A bow was put over his back, the string separating his fur along his chest and attached to the branch above him was a large knapsack filled with all of his things.


      The boy watched and waited, hoping that someone would find him soon, but then again hoping it was no one else but family. He looked back over his shoulder and then turned his head back to the borders. He promised the same thing to someone else. He would be back if it was safe. She was just in the next territory over though, but he wanted to make sure of a few things before he went back for her.




I’m not even trying to justify myself


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