Sephiran, like many of the Saxe bloodline was a hard one to read. Something about him got under the young brute’s skin and made him itch to show the purple wolf what excatly he is capable of. Dawn has arrived, washing the sky with a brilliant array of colors yet Zeke pays them no mind. He is of a singular focus, patrolling the area that they have temporarily claimed as their own to make sure that the predators do not think the sleeping wolves are an easy target.
Dark and light form slides easily through the forest, his paws barely a whisper upon the ground as he passes. Then, from the shadows of the trees, a purple figure detaches itself, haughtily approaching the young lad as the birds begin to stir from the nightly slumber to joyfully sing in the daylight. Duel-toned eyes flash with excitement as Ezekiel rounds on the leader, muscles bunching in preparation for the fight that is to come.
Energy seems to crackle in the air as the two dominate males face off, the test that he had been expecting now staring down at him. His name is not needed because Zeke has already given Sephiran his full attention but his own chilly vocals return,
“Sephiran.” While he doesn’t hate the male or even really have any negative feelings toward him, Ezekiel prefers to keep everyone but El at arm’s length. It is easier, that way, when he is forced to harm them, he won’t have any rude, pesky feelings about it.
A grin splits his maw as he raises his defenses, duel-toned eyes assessing the male for a good spot to attack. Without another word, Zeke pushes off, closing the distance between him and huge man with a long, bounding stride. The height and weight difference are noted but he also wishes to prove himself so he goes for a head on attack, leaping up at Sephrian’s face to try and snap his jaws closed on any piece of flesh he can get. Blood will be spilled, scars will be formed here and excitement at the mere thought of it all has his heart pounding with exhilaration as he strikes out.
"Ezekiel Saxe"
