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The savage in man is never
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For Skye Collins! :> Set for early-morning of today. Word Count » +3
There had been a nagging need that Ezekiel knew was one unable to be fulfilled during this season. Myrika had confirmed this, and he wondered if the wildcats that had killed the ravens had done the same to whatever remained in the human-place. That was not to say that the ravens had been eliminated; Ibsen was proof enough of that. He was a massive thing now, and proudly going on about how he fully intended to throw his weight around when spring came. Ezekiel was glad for this; it meant he did not brood on the loss of Zola.
It had taken him several days to work up to this path. He had spoken, in so many words, to the horses about his plan. Rook was excited, well-aware he would have little chance against a massive stallion like Viggo. His mother was slightly hesitant, but she too had recognized that the lead-stallion was one she wished to mate with. Ezekiel took Oblak along for the trip, based entirely on the fact that unlike his stallion she would be better prepared for their return—however many animals he could get would be noisy and likely need some sort of contraption to hold them.
The road was a long one, but he traveled quickly. The horses made good time cutting around the coast (though he had to swing wide around the new pack) and cut his time down dramatically. With the colt fidgeting behind his mother, the Aquila drew near the border. He had learned of their ownership of birds from the gruff and frightening Arbiter that brought him the horses, and desired them greatly. A loud, coyote-call rose from his mouth. He turned back to the colt and leaned over, ruffling his thick forelock. “Maybe you’ll have some better luck here, Rook.”
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The female had, coincidentally, been feeding the chickens as it were - small, bright yellow seeds disappeared down white gullets as the chickens gobbled up the feed, clucking occasionally as they did so. They had laid many eggs, and although the pack had eaten many of them, some had been left to hatch - and they did. They now had even more chickens and cocks than they had before, and she was glad for it; it was good to have a reserve of livestock, no matter how feathery or plush.
She heard the distant call even from her Thornbury dwelling. Straightening from her position, she set down the bucket of feed - it would have to wait - and began to approach the borders of the pack. She had no clothes except her belt with the dagger she always had attached to her hip and a few bracelets that jangled when she ran; her lean stature moved gracefully until she slowed, approaching the borders of the pack she knew so well.
She had known from the odd call that this visitor was a coyote, and newcomer he was not - he bore the scent of Inferni, the scent of dust and sand and dirty old sticks, she thought, amused. She did not show disrespect to him, however, for she could smell great pride on him, and judging from his tell-tale Lykoi snout to the way he held himself to the descriptions she had heard of Inferni leadership, this was a leader indeed. She bowed to the man, a small smile resting on her face.
Before speaking, she took notice to what he had with him - two horses, one a great stallion and another a small colt, its excitement evident. Turning back to the Inferni coyote, her smile remained, welcoming - but if the newcomer proved to be like another of his species that had come to the borders to harrass, not welcome, she would be ready.
"Hello," she said, the words falling from her lips lightly. "I am Skye Collins, Capitana of Cercatori d'Arte - the lands that lay before you. What brings you to our home?"
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The savage in man is never
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I suck D: Would a rooster and 2 or 3 hens work for you? Also, he's riding this horse and not Viggo. :> Word Count »
The woman that came was younger than him, and her voice had a light, slight accent to it that fit with all he had heard about this peculiar place. Too civilized for his liking, but the civilized world offered him what the savage could not. Ezekiel dismounted his mare with ease, not wishing to appear as if he was talking down to the woman. While not a man who took to political life well, Ezekiel had watched many a trade occur and knew what was to be done.
“I am Ezekiel de le Poer, Aquila of Inferni,” he began, returning her introduction so they might be on level ground. “And I come with an offer for you. Word is that your pack holds some birds here that lay eggs year round, and I was hoping to acquire some.” Why he did not say, for the whole issue was a personal desire and did nothing for Inferni at all…except gain them chickens, he hoped.
“This colt,” the Aquila went on, and drew the paler horse forward. “Is young, but he’ll grow large. He’d be useful to help move things; his mother is trained for it.” He looked to the other horse, hoping seeing the mare who foaled the grayish colt would prove his points. “I’m here to offer him in exchange for some of those birds.”
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