All My Friends Are Heathens

El turns toward him when he purrs to her and he continues forward, slithering through the shadows like a snake through weeds as he approaches her. Jealousy flares as he smells the other man on her, that… scent mixed with her own sweeter one; until it mars and defiles it. Anger boils through his veins, pulling his lips back as he closes in toward her, his posture stiff as moves to press into her space. Ezekiel would never harm his sister and, while he is upset with this other man, he would never take it out on his sweet Elysia.

Taller form stalks up to her and he seeks to gently press his frame into her own while slowly continues to walk around her. Hot, bright embers of fury are stoked with each subtle hint of the other man he finds on her coat and the spaces where his scent hangs heavier. Coming to an abrupt stop at her tail, Zeke inhales a sharp breath as he knows the exact extent of the stranger’s… ministrations. The slow burning flames of anger now bursts into a roaring fire, threatening to burn down his world as he remains utterly still.

His form is taunt, muscles held completely still while the air around him crackles with his fury. Eyes aimed straight ahead, Ezekiel slowly, carefully, bites out, “How was your night Elysia?” Each syllable is carefully crafted, sharpened until they have edges and barbs. Of course, he knows how her night was, he can still smell the musk of their… coupling all over her. He remains impossibly still, air electrified around him as he waits to hear her voice.

If there is anyone who could talk Zeke down and make him see this whole situation in another light; it is Elysia.


"Ezekiel Saxe"