Coming Undone

Ezekiel enjoys the nighttime as he finds a strange solace in the calls and patterns of the creatures that wander during the darkness. A low hanging mist curls around his paws with each step he takes, dissipating momentarily as he plants one paw before the other. Overhead, the stars shine brightly from their inky prison while a huge, bright moon lights his way as he slowly meanders through the moor and he passes through the world with barely a whisper to mark his passing.

A soft rustling from behind him has Zeke pulling to a stop, duel-toned eyes darting behind him as the monochrome form of Absinth suddenly appears. Lips pull into a small smirk as he inclines his head, silently extending an invitation to join him on this splendid evening. Even while others sleep, there are patrols that still need to be run, predators that must be held at bay and the young man is happy to have some company with him as he goes.

As she approaches, deep, velvety tones softly greet her with warmth, “Absinth. El speaks very highly of you. Glad to finally be able to meet you.” Words are strangely kind as he speaks; he knows that Ely is fond of this woman so Ezekiel decides to be civil… for her sake. Once the woman has reached his side, the purple-streaked man starts to slowly walk again, eyes scanning the area before them while the ear closest to the monochrome woman swivels to pull in any words she may offer.


"Ezekiel Saxe"