Winter has arrived in the lands of Boreas and, with the milder days, Ezekiel has been out trying to catch as many prey animals as possible. If he was asked the reason why he has been leaving pack lands so much to go find said animals, he would tell whoever questioned him, that the pack does not how bad the cold months will get and it would be wise for them to have their food stores bursting. However, that is not the reason he has been throwing himself head first into hunting away from pack lands; no, the real motive is much darker.

For some time now, El, his beloved sister, the only wolf in the world he would willing be hurt for if it meant saving her life, has been seeing other men. He smells them on her coat when he lays eyes on her and the raw urge to track down and murder anyone that might touch his sister in intimate ways, is undeniable. So, he had chosen to separate himself from the source of his misery only because his cherished El is happy.

Jealously sours his mood lately, making him more volatile to be around because he cannot bring that same happiness that he finds in Elysia. Oh, how he longs to hold her, to caress the soft curves of her form and run his paws over the thick cords of muscles she has carefully cultivated… and the thought of someone else doing exactly what he has only dreamed of, makes him want to kill.

Of course, he does not blame his sister because, in his eyes, she is faultless in all of this and instead, has placed all his hatred on this mysterious man that brings El more pleasure than him. Avoidance has been key to keeping him sane and he has satiated his dark hungers with other, lesser animals that he would imagine as the unknown man who has his ire… but still he knows that will only help for long. Eventually, he will need to see his sister again and the downward, gloomy spiral will start all over.

Ezekiel crosses into the Syndicate lands, a dead doe hanging across his frame as he makes his way toward the food stores, ready to lose himself in the familiar tasks of breaking down the animal when his sister’s scent finds him. Nothing could raise his hackles like her scent mixed with that of the other man and he suddenly drops the doe where he stands instead of taking it to the stores. Later he would find it and finish his tasks but right… right now he needs her.

Carnal hungers need to be satisfied.

Large paws plod quickly through the snow, searching for her, needing to hold and touch and reassure himself that El is not slipping through his grip because, if he does lose her to another man, the nights will run red with blood. Her dark form is easy to find against the stark white of the snow and he releases a small, possessive growl as he approaches her while a smirk tugs at his lips. He strides toward her, his gait stiff with barely contained desire but the familiar love still present in his eyes.

As he nears her, Zeke releases a low, rumbling purr with a simple word, “Sister.” It is modest, yes, but filled with so much longing and all the unvoiced needs of his body. Still, Ezekiel loves Ely and, no matter what, he would never force himself onto her. Still, sometimes it is difficult to keep his primal urges in check and right now he just needs to touch her.


"Ezekiel Saxe"

Elysia had returned from her enjoyable evening events with scald. Her body was still soaring after the trip home. She could still smell his scent wrapped around her like a blanket. Her step had more of a bounce to it. She was on her way back to her den to relax when her brothers growl came from behind her. Turning she offered him a warm smile. A smile that had once been reserved only for him but had now been shared with another.

”Brother” she returned his title as he’d used hers. Her eyebrow rose at that. He must be in a mood to not call her by her name. Her tail flickered gently. She hadn’t seen much of Ze Lately. They had both become busy, Ze with work and Ely with work and spending her time with scald.

She knew it bugged him to smell scald on her. To know she was laying with someone else now. But she didn’t know just how much it had gotten to him. Though she’d never be sorry for it. She loved Ze but he loved her more. And She knew that. Played into it most days. But lately she’d been spinning another web and neglecting him.

"Ely & Ezekiel"

El turns toward him when he purrs to her and he continues forward, slithering through the shadows like a snake through weeds as he approaches her. Jealousy flares as he smells the other man on her, that… scent mixed with her own sweeter one; until it mars and defiles it. Anger boils through his veins, pulling his lips back as he closes in toward her, his posture stiff as moves to press into her space. Ezekiel would never harm his sister and, while he is upset with this other man, he would never take it out on his sweet Elysia.

Taller form stalks up to her and he seeks to gently press his frame into her own while slowly continues to walk around her. Hot, bright embers of fury are stoked with each subtle hint of the other man he finds on her coat and the spaces where his scent hangs heavier. Coming to an abrupt stop at her tail, Zeke inhales a sharp breath as he knows the exact extent of the stranger’s… ministrations. The slow burning flames of anger now bursts into a roaring fire, threatening to burn down his world as he remains utterly still.

His form is taunt, muscles held completely still while the air around him crackles with his fury. Eyes aimed straight ahead, Ezekiel slowly, carefully, bites out, “How was your night Elysia?” Each syllable is carefully crafted, sharpened until they have edges and barbs. Of course, he knows how her night was, he can still smell the musk of their… coupling all over her. He remains impossibly still, air electrified around him as he waits to hear her voice.

If there is anyone who could talk Zeke down and make him see this whole situation in another light; it is Elysia.


"Ezekiel Saxe"