05-16-2009, 12:32 PM
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Though Ezekiel’s healing process was taking time, he was healing. His son was itching to get back to training, but understood his father’s insistence to obey Corona’s orders. Despite the loss of his co-leader, medic, and sister, Gabriel was doing his best to fill in her role. Luckily, his son’s own medical knowledge was enough to fill in the gaps. The boy had been pouring over medical dictionaries as his own healing process continued. Regardless of this fact, Gabriel still sought blood, and still felt fire. He was following a worn dirt trail amongst the tall grass, going over all he had to consider. The painted woman, Cwmfen, had given him more then enough information in regards to her father. While he bided his time and sent the raven out to find the man, another woman had come to him. She spoke of his father and he saw the light of a false god in her eyes. That woman was dangerous, and he recognized such a fact. If he did not tread lightly with her something terrible would come to pass. It was at that moment a voice cut over the plains. Gabriel’s ears swiveled and perked, and his body came to an instantaneous halt, one foot still in the air. That voice was familiar; so much so that he had never imagines he would hear it again. A fire lit under his heels and he bolted towards the source. Seeing her again was like seeing a ghost; the surprise on his face was mixed with joy, confusion, and a deeper sense of familiarity. Once more he froze, but not until they were close enough for him to reach out with his nose and confirm she was indeed the woman he remembered, however changed her appearance was. “I thought you were dead,” he exhaled, barely able to catch his breath. |