one last yip before death takes its toll

The Saxe brute is out stalking the lands far from the North where the pack resides because he simply cannot bare being around his sister right now. Zeke loves her with all of his dark heart and the fact that El has been looking lustfully at other men has slowly driving the young man insane. White clad paws carefully pick their way through the tall grass, ears perked as he slowly scans the horizon, searching for a fight. The need to taste another creature’s blood on his lips once more drives him onward, like a the deep-seated itch yearning to be scratch.

A growl pulls his attention to the west and he stops in tracks, hunkering low as he pulls in the scents that surround him. There is a male wolf nearby and, near them, seems to be several strange, unknown canines. Growls fill the air and Ezekiel moves, body still low to the ground as he slithers his way toward the fight. Concealed from view by the waving stalks, he spies a striped stranger engaging in a fight with six wild dogs that have large ears… interesting. Without hesitating, the Saxe male dives in, charging toward a loner that hangs near the back of the group and he descends upon it with a fury born out of pure spite.

Bodies collide as Zeke sends the unaware dog careening to the ground, its head smacking the earth hard enough to daze the beast for a moment. That is all he needs as the purple marked man follows its path, teeth seeking and finding the throat of this unfortunate wild dog. Blood bursts to life in his mouth, the warm liquid slowly trickling down his throat and driving him half mad with the need for more. Blood arches through the air as the throat is removed from his victim and the man is quick to round on the remaining five, eyes crazed and excited as he looks at them.

The metallic scent of blood fills the air as the defeated dog lays twitching in the dirt behind him, the red, life-giving liquid now staining the long stalks that surround the dead body. Eyes are bright as he charges toward the next one, causing the group to hesitate and shrink back from the demented look that blazes in his duel-toned eyes. He hungers for death and Ezekiel will not be denied.


"Ezekiel Saxe"