Whispers had reached Ezekiel’s ears of things happening to his nieces and nephews, things that made the brute unhappy. The sky glowed red, the earth shook, a new land appeared and yet these things did not concern him because his family always came first. Ely had become reclusive, hiding away from him and the pack after she had lost the challenge to Flare which was another thing Zeke was not pleased about.

Not that he was angry with his sister, no he could never fault her, the blame lay solely on that stranger’s shoulders. Who did he think he was to just walk into their pack and wrest control from a true Saxe? But that would have to wait because, right now, he had to find his beloved sister and straighten some things out. Blood would soon flow if the rumors he had heard are true.


"Ezekiel Saxe"

Ely was a disgrace and her perfect world was crumbling all around her. She was failing as a mother and she had failed as a saxe. She didn’t want to show her face anymore. She was spiraling and couldn’t stop it. She’d lost her rank to some Random new comer who wasn’t even a saxe. And her cousin, her sultan was starting to have a group of officials that weren’t family because of her failure.

And her children had left her gone to their father now. For there was no way scald would have come here to steal them away without them seeking him out first. And that was another failure on her part. She’d neglected her lover, neglected her children.

She paced the den she’d given birth in, her little heaven on the border of Syndicate lands. No one came here looking for her anymore, not since she’d moved her children back into her shared den with Ezekiel. The anger rolled off of her as she paced back and forth. She was angry and displaced, a terrible thing for the saxe to be. She was unraveling… slowly.


"Ely & Ezekiel"

The den is well known to Ezekiel, the den where his sister had given birth to his nieces and nephews, and he slows as he approaches the opening, feeling his sister’s distress long before he even lays eyes on the opening. Features had been pinched, serious, deadly but he stops and makes great effort to relax them so as not to cause Ely any further stress.

Taking a deep breath, he steps up to the fur that separates thos den from the rest of the world and gently pushes it aside, rumbling out her name softly, “El? Do you have a moment to talk?” Gentle, that is what he is trying to go for because she doesn’t need any harsh words or degrading comments. No, right now, they need to hash out their plans and figure out how to get back what is rightfully theirs.


"Ezekiel Saxe"

Ely continued to pace her den even as her brother’s familiar scent drifted in from outside, and even still as she heard his steps drawing closer to her and his voice calling out to her softly. The softest she’d heard him address her in a while. He was Angry with her still, over her involvement with Scald. She knew it, he knew it, the syndicate knew it.

She paused regardless and cast him a glance. Her eyes bothe alive with crazed fury and yet hollow with self hate, a whirlpool of negativity. But she continued to pace again, the constant movement helped to ease her mind to tire her out so she didn’t act rashly.

”If you’ve come here to walk on eggshells while talking Ze , save it. I’m not a little girl anymore… I know I’ve fucked up miserably in every aspect of my life currently” she snapped before she sighed.

She mumbled to herself, not an apology but cast him a softer look before she continued. ”we can talk Ze, what’s on your mind?” it was as close as he’d get to an apology from her.


"Ely & Ezekiel"