Gonna Catch a Big One

Ezekiel is as free as the wind blows and he is often moving from place to place as quickly as an urge strikes him. That does not mean that he is shirking the duties of his pack; far from it but, since he has found out that El has her eyes on other men… well, the jealous man-child has had to keep himself occupied so he doesn’t just around sit and stew on the fact. When Kaino had talked about going on a hunt, of course the purple marked male had eagerly agreed to help, not just because he wishes to sharpen his skills, but because he needs to take this building rage out on something.

Anger often boils through him and the urge to rip apart creatures has been growing with each passing day. With precise, measured steps, he follows the shorter fae, making sure to keep a careful eye on the two felines that have joined their little hunting party, so that none might try to hurt the Saxe members. Kaino pulls the ragtag group to a stop a fair distance from the tall, leggy giraffes and lays out the plan while Zeke watches her with keen eyes and open ears. Nodding as she questions if they understand and the male knows he is neither the tallest nor heaviest beast here so he contents himself with the chase that is to come.

Excitement flares in the man’s eyes, illuminating the dark desires that swirl in the currents of his hungry mind so that all those gathered, may see. Death will be coming for a giraffe today and its name shall be Ezekiel.


"Speech!"