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Ezekiel Finch and Theophilus Sharpe (and also the Smith Clan)
Seraphite Warrior, WLF Member | 26, 22 | Current location ;; Washington
“Crash on Owen’s bed?” Theo stumbled into the room and immediately peered over at Owen’s empty bed. Then he looked at his buddy who seemed like he might have only just now decided to go to bed. What was going on in here? “You good, man? Because you look like you died and have come back to haunt yourself.” He slowly ambled his way through the room, unsure if he needed to be there for his friend or if he needed to lay down and try to sleep.
“Don’t you dare.” Hayden was not necessarily a light sleeper. Instead. He was a creature of habit. He was often up at about this time, so when Josh shifted, he noticed. He slowly sat up and blinked several times as he willed the sleep away. “You don’t get to sneak off like that. Do you think Soren can save you? Because I will drag him in here as well. In fact I should.” Sleep did not make him any less annoyed it seemed.
The Elders were rightfully displeased but kind when it came to actions against him. They understood that he was lucky to have gotten away from so many demons. It was how he did it that they marveled at. Ezekiel could not so much say that he not only worked alongside a wolf but allowed him to live, so he changed the story. His people took out more than they really did. He was luckier with his Molotov. He was better with the bow. He achieved more with the crowbar. They called his actions commendable, and he shied away from the inner disgrace of the lie. But She looked down on him and smiled. He could feel it. Perhaps this was not a lie but an exaggeration of the truth. It was for the best.
When he left, after being told that yes he should attend the morning’s ceremony, Ezekiel first walked to the cabin where he could retrieve a new hammer. He was in dire need of weapons since he lost so much the day before. He grabbed one of the large ones and hefted it in his hands. This was good. This was what he needed yesterday. He strapped another to a sash and continued his walk. He was still a bit early. He wished that he was not. As he moved he noticed slight movement up in a tree. Someone? Oh. Young Alexander. “Good morning!” He called. “You are up awfully early!”
Seraphite Warrior, WLF Member | 26, 22 | Current location ;; Washington
“Crash on Owen’s bed?” Theo stumbled into the room and immediately peered over at Owen’s empty bed. Then he looked at his buddy who seemed like he might have only just now decided to go to bed. What was going on in here? “You good, man? Because you look like you died and have come back to haunt yourself.” He slowly ambled his way through the room, unsure if he needed to be there for his friend or if he needed to lay down and try to sleep.
“Don’t you dare.” Hayden was not necessarily a light sleeper. Instead. He was a creature of habit. He was often up at about this time, so when Josh shifted, he noticed. He slowly sat up and blinked several times as he willed the sleep away. “You don’t get to sneak off like that. Do you think Soren can save you? Because I will drag him in here as well. In fact I should.” Sleep did not make him any less annoyed it seemed.
The Elders were rightfully displeased but kind when it came to actions against him. They understood that he was lucky to have gotten away from so many demons. It was how he did it that they marveled at. Ezekiel could not so much say that he not only worked alongside a wolf but allowed him to live, so he changed the story. His people took out more than they really did. He was luckier with his Molotov. He was better with the bow. He achieved more with the crowbar. They called his actions commendable, and he shied away from the inner disgrace of the lie. But She looked down on him and smiled. He could feel it. Perhaps this was not a lie but an exaggeration of the truth. It was for the best.
When he left, after being told that yes he should attend the morning’s ceremony, Ezekiel first walked to the cabin where he could retrieve a new hammer. He was in dire need of weapons since he lost so much the day before. He grabbed one of the large ones and hefted it in his hands. This was good. This was what he needed yesterday. He strapped another to a sash and continued his walk. He was still a bit early. He wished that he was not. As he moved he noticed slight movement up in a tree. Someone? Oh. Young Alexander. “Good morning!” He called. “You are up awfully early!”
