Ezekiel de le Poer
February 8, 2008
Luperci
Male
k1ng.of.the.c0urt@hotmail.com
E-mail is preferred.
I’ve been a lurker for quite some time.
Ezekiel sensed that something had changed, practically overnight. When he awoke at his mother’s side that April morning, the morning that marked his becoming two months old, Ezekiel realized that he now had a bit more…freedom than he’d had previously. Over the course of two months, the coyote mix had experienced a lot. He’d been born alongside one sister and one deceased sibling. He’d lived with his parents in Inferni, where his father was leader. He’d been hurried away from the only home he’d ever known at a very tender age to avoid the flames that had erupted to engulf the lands that his ancestors had been walking upon for so very long. He’d traveled with the pack to a completely new territory with new sights, sounds, and smells. All this before he’d even reached his eighth week of life. But now it was here and despite all that he’d ever done before, Ezekiel suddenly felt different.
His tiny body, still covered in the soft fur that could only belong to a puppy was matted down in various places due to his lying still in sleep for so long. As he looked around their new den, Ezekiel noted that he was the first of his family to awaken. Still groggy, he stumbled to his feet, nearly slipping and falling a few times before regaining some consciousness. Red eyes that were shared by both his sister and mother searched the den silently, picking up on everything.
And then a curious idea blossomed inside the mind of the de le Poer boy. He could practically feel the gadgets turning, contemplating the idea over and over again as though unsure whether it was acceptable or not. Ezekiel wanted to leave the den. Alone. Maybe it was instinct, maybe curiosity, or maybe a growing rebellious side to the youngster, but something inside him needed to leave the den unaccompanied.
And so, he planted a soft kiss on his mother’s cheek, hesitated at the entrance, wavering on a moment of indecision, and stepped outside. Then he ran, to no place in particular, he just ran. He ran because he loved the wind in his face, he ran because he was sure he knew his way back, and he ran because he could.