You Better Get Up Out The Way

They listen, they walk, energy crackling around the group as their thirst for blood becomes an almost palpable thing. Excitement courses through Ezekiel, filling his veins with liquid fire as they stalk toward the doomed coyotes and he has to hold himself back from simply rushing in and killing. They wait, watching the five or six coyotes multiply as they sound alarms, filling the area with the thick, sour scent of fear.

A wicked smirk tugs at his lips as he waits, holding himself in check until his sister signals their release. Only then will Zeke descend open the pack and tear them limb from limb until only bloody hunks of meat will be left in the area. Duel-toned eyes move to where Ely is, eyes flashing with his desire to be unleashed.


"Ely & Ezekiel"