Give me a Taste of Home

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"