Elysia was in love with the foggy moor the syndicate was now calling home. It had a beautiful spooky ambiance that just sang to her dark soul. It was her favorite place thus far that they’d called home. And now that the summer air had faded into the cool crisp air of fall Elysia was happier. But this new land she called home had a unique fall Sky. The night sky came to life with colors that danced as far as she could see. And the moon seemed to shine brighter than it ever did back home.

It made her miss her long nights of training beside her mama and her siblings. The sounds of bodies clashing violently against the ground, the victory cries of her siblings. It put an ache in her chest. She missed the challenge of night training. The way it made it hard to anticipate what her opponent was about to do as the shadows of the night created illusions to untrained eyes, or the way it made it hard to pinpoint where you were putting your paws for footing.

The desire to go through it again surged through her and she realized there was at least one other person who might feel the same way as her. Her brother Ezekiel. And since their move to the moor she wanted to spend more time with him. And what better way than with a moonlight spar.

So she tipped her head back and called for him. A single summons she was sure he would answer. And then she waited for her brother's frame to appear. For Ze to come to her and join her in reliving their childhood memories. To give each other a taste of home. She figured they both needed it, They needed the reminder.

Word Count: 300
"Ely & Ezekiel"

The misty moors that the Syndicate band finds themselves setting up home in seem to be the physical manifestation of what the Saxe individuals themselves are. The low hanging mists that swirl about ground, obscure the vegetation that covers the earth from the prying eyes of all those who traverse the land and there is a strange, mystical beauty that many may over look. Now, darkness reigns in the absence of the sun and it is the time when the monsters come out to play.

Yet, the silver goddess that rules the time known as night has seen fit to grace the lawless heathens of the lands below with staggering light show, her own silvery rays amplified as ribbons of blue, purple, and green dance to a rhythm that only they are able to hear. Far below this heavenly spectacle, Ezekiel sits in the mist shrouded moors, quietly examining the phenomena with a sense of reverence in his blue and purple eyes.

While he may be a beast, a heathen, and even deranged, the young man also knows beauty when he sees it and this display touches something buried deep inside him. A summons, sung into the still night air, pulls his attention from the heavens, back down to the world around him and a smile ghosts across his lips as he recognizes his sister’s wish that has been given up to the air. Without hesitation he stands and sets off, the foggy moor welcoming him by wrapping its ghostly tendrils around his muscular form.

With an ease born from endless training and countless fights, Zeke covers the distance that separates him from the only wolf that means the world to him. The mist shifts, depositing the purple-hued brute before his sibling with only the lightest of paw steps to mark his arrival. Up above the siblings, a bright, vivid purple writhes across the sky, touched by an electric blue that fades into a candy apple green. The ribbons slowly dance, their colors morphing and lightening one second only to darken and fade in the next.

Ezekiel offers his sister a knowing smirk as he falls into his defensive stance, the reason for the summons already known to him and the young man is excited for the return to the familiar roots of his youth. Like the celestial display above, this is a dance that has taken place countless times before and will continue for years to come. Without so much as a sound, he takes off, launching himself across the distance that divides the two, ready to draw blood and have his own spilled in the familiar test of might and skill.

Hackles raised, ears pinned back, eyes narrowed, tail straight back for balance, the basics that had been drummed into him until the familiar mantra had forced his body to learn them without the need to even think about it. As Ze approaches El, the young man aims to get in close and attempt a bite the side of her neck while using his taller form to press her back and keep the advantage on his side.




WC: 519
Total WC: 819/1500


"Ely & Ezekiel"

Elysia was thrilled to see the frame of her brothers silhouette bounding towards her as the moon’s glow wrapped around him in an ethereal way. She never doubted that he would come to her summons. He always came when she called. And that was why he was her dearest brother. Always there when she needed him.

She didn’t waste any time with small talk as it seemed he was just as eager to launch right into the battle too. As he drew closer her body reacted on its own. Her muscles tensed as he initiated the fight by aiming a successful bite to her neck.

Teeth dug into flesh and her heart hammered in her chest as the adrenaline began to kick in. It was almost euphoric. Letting out a snarl of pain she began to curl her body towards his own. She didn’t fight fair, and that was hopefully a lesson he had long since learned when they were children. He had the upper hand because of his size, but she was ruthless in her own right. She would bite, kick and claw whatever piece of flesh she could reach if it meant she could turn the tide and pin him to the ground.

But no longer was their mama here to watch them. To yell at them when mistakes were made. No, this wasn’t a training session to prove their worth to their mother. This was a reminder of their roots. And she fully intended to do just that… remind him.

With a snarl she slammed her body weight into his jaw, hoping it was a bough to get him to release her neck. Simultaneously she aimed her own bite for his shoulder, hoping to catch him off guard and taste the delicious nectar that coursed through his veins. He had tasted her blood tonight and now she wanted to taste his too.


"Ely & Ezekiel"

WC: 315
Total WC: 1134 / 1500

As Ezekiel looks lovingly at Ely, the memories of similar nights spent underneath the same stars, in a land far from here, spilling the blood of his siblings in the hopes of winning his mother’s praise, the young man cannot help but feel excited. No longer would that hard woman be there to yell at them when a mistake is made, or berate them for losing a fight. Now it is just him and his favorite sibling, meeting tooth and claw underneath the moonlight to crown one the champion of this night.

Pulse thrums in his ears as Zeke sets his defenses, the need to think over each one separately no longer required. The mist swirls around El’s paws as the dazzling light show hangs around her shoulders, transforming her into something… otherworldly. But he cannot be distracted because, even as the purple and blues that dance above them lend their colors to his sister’s coat, bewitchingly intoxicating to him, there is a fight to be had. He closes the distance between them, teeth finding the side of neck and causing her blood to erupt in his mouth.

Excitement thrills through him, making Ezekiel feel as if he is live wire and the air thrums with his barely contained lust. The taste of her almost sends him over the edge but the sharp pain of her slamming her body into his jaw has that carnal desire retreating in the wake of the need to win. It had been pounded into them until all that mattered was the moment after the fight, when you stood over her defeated opponent, dominant and a bloody sight to behold. El’s bite lands, sending a sharp pain stabbing into his brain as she draws his blood and he smirks as he releases his own hold.

Blood tints the air, the coppery smell filling the area as the brilliant lights dance above them. Zeke pulls his shoulder away in the hopes of making her follow while the cunning man aims to grab ahold of her scruff as she follows. They fight dirty, like they had been taught to, while the heavens put on a special display just for the two of them. Snarls, growls, and sharp barks ring out at the fight goes on; there trained bodies dancing to a tune that only they can hear. They pant and stalk, lunge and bite, and their blood paints the ground.

Time slips by as the pair waltz to the drums of war, honing their craft on each other’s pelts as the ribbons of lights undulate above them. Underneath the starry sky, with the bright greens and blues interspersed with purple flaming across its face, the two Saxe sibling spill each other’s blood until a victor is declared.




WC: 460
Total WC: 1594/1500


"Ely & Ezekiel"