06-08-2009, 07:32 AM
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A flash of red amongst the otherwise sepia tones caught his attention. Ezekiel froze and his mouth shut, focused on the source with the same sort of intensity he showed when hunting. Even when he recognized the figure for Siobhan, he did not lose that predatory gaze. If anything, his eyes darkened a shade. Pushing up with his back legs, the boy rose and began to make his way through the tall grass. Unlike his father and sister, Ezekiel had gained the coyote hide, and he nearly vanished amongst such colors.
He found her in the river, wearing a dress that was turning ragged with use. Advancing, he regarded her with the same expression, and did not announce himself until he was remarkably close to the water. “What are you doing?” [/html]