Oh, Hunters of the Valley

Ezekiel is… bored. Not the kind of bored one gets from tasks or from being tired; no, the young man finds himself bored with life. El, his dearest sister, has been fawning over other men and the jealousy that he feels at being second fiddle to another, has darkened his mood. Aresenn’s call has him quirking a brow in curiosity and he is quick to move and intercept him. The sun is falling behind the horizon and the shadows are growing long as he detaches from the shadows, silently stalking up to the fire-kissed form. Without a word, he joins the other male  and the purple woman and he dips his head in greeting to them both as he comes to a stop near them and waits to see what they will be hunting tonight.


"Ezekiel Saxe"