Death's Black Wings
Fighting Seasonal
12-23-2024, 09:07 PM
With the death of Scald and his sister being distraught over the loss, Ezekiel has had to blow off a little more steam than usual. In the early morning hours, he had slipped from their den and made his way out into the world to find some unwitting creature to take out his anger on. The grizzly had been easy to find, the big lumbering beast had been out eating in preparation for when it would hibernate and it seems to have just eaten a huge meal because it went down with hardly a fight… which left even more mad.
Not wishing to waste the practically pristine bear fur, the Saxe male had set about stripping it from the body while leaving the head and paws intact. It would make a fine gift for Ely, once he fully tanned it, but taking the entire body back to Syndicate lands would have been too much for him. However, with the fur divested of its dense muscles and fat, the male is able to drape the entire thing over his form and lay its enormous head over his own. By the time he has the skin over his own fur, its blood mingling and marring his coat, a thick fog has settled over the land.
It obscures his surroundings and Ezekiel is forced to go slowly so as not to trip over the reaching roots and jutting rocks that seek to trip passersby. From overhead, he hears the voice of a stranger followed by the sound of a rough descent. A smirk tugs at his lips as he turns to see a light blue coat come to rest close by, the thick fog lowering visibility to a scant few inches in front of his face. Another voice is shouting, the sound of earth being dislodged as they attempt to reach the fallen wolf winding its way down the embankment and the blue guy vomits all over the ground. Disgust pulls at his features as he turns away, abruptly losing interest in the wolf as he continues on his way.
Now, Zeke does not consider himself an evil man and he would have left that guy well enough alone had the next few minutes not transpired. The shout of a bear pulls his ears backward and he idly wonders if the man is yelling about him and his answer is a swift bite to his back-right leg… the one that is still healing from the overstretched tendon he suffered when fighting that damned ice worm. A roar of pain and anger leaves his lips and he is a whirlwind, rounding on the light blue male that has his leg in a vice like grip. The man realizes his mistake, releasing his hold and attempting to back pedal away as his wide crimson eyes fill with horror.
His fury is righteous, his vengeance swift as he overwhelms the taller, frightened man who has tripped over his paws and seems to be attempting to speak while the attacker’s teeth find their mark. The blue throat is in his mouth, the doomed male’s words dying along with the stranger as he twists and rips, parting the man with his windpipe. Ezekiel’s teeth are bared, blood spraying across his face and chest as the exposed artery arches blood through the air. The stranger gurgles, the air causing frothy bubbles to well from the wound as his mouth pumps in the vain attempt to draw breath.
The blue male sags, hitting the ground with a dull thud as his chest heaves and legs kick, his death throes violent but quick. Just as he stills, the fog coils around the dead man, stealing him from view… until another form, darker blue than the first. The new stranger steps forward, his paws chasing away the mist to reveal the scene and dismay, grief, and finally, rage cross over the male’s features. It is undeniable that the man he had just killed and this stranger share a bond and the new combatant seems distinctly disturbed by the death of the lighter blue male. The snarled threat has Ezekiel hunkering down, the bear skull lightly slapping his head as he sets his defenses.
This man seems unhinged and he decides to use the fog to his advantage in the coming duel to the death. With a blood smeared smirk, Ezekiel steps back, disappearing in a swirl of grey before he is off and running, angling to stay alongside the stranger. With the denseness of the mist, it has diminished his line of sight so the Saxe male is forced to rely on his other sense, listening for the softest of sounds along with the more dynamic ones such as running paws and shouted words.
As he runs, Ezekiel knows that he will kill this man today.
WC: 804
Total WC: 2103 / 1500
"Ezekiel Saxe"
Not wishing to waste the practically pristine bear fur, the Saxe male had set about stripping it from the body while leaving the head and paws intact. It would make a fine gift for Ely, once he fully tanned it, but taking the entire body back to Syndicate lands would have been too much for him. However, with the fur divested of its dense muscles and fat, the male is able to drape the entire thing over his form and lay its enormous head over his own. By the time he has the skin over his own fur, its blood mingling and marring his coat, a thick fog has settled over the land.
It obscures his surroundings and Ezekiel is forced to go slowly so as not to trip over the reaching roots and jutting rocks that seek to trip passersby. From overhead, he hears the voice of a stranger followed by the sound of a rough descent. A smirk tugs at his lips as he turns to see a light blue coat come to rest close by, the thick fog lowering visibility to a scant few inches in front of his face. Another voice is shouting, the sound of earth being dislodged as they attempt to reach the fallen wolf winding its way down the embankment and the blue guy vomits all over the ground. Disgust pulls at his features as he turns away, abruptly losing interest in the wolf as he continues on his way.
Now, Zeke does not consider himself an evil man and he would have left that guy well enough alone had the next few minutes not transpired. The shout of a bear pulls his ears backward and he idly wonders if the man is yelling about him and his answer is a swift bite to his back-right leg… the one that is still healing from the overstretched tendon he suffered when fighting that damned ice worm. A roar of pain and anger leaves his lips and he is a whirlwind, rounding on the light blue male that has his leg in a vice like grip. The man realizes his mistake, releasing his hold and attempting to back pedal away as his wide crimson eyes fill with horror.
His fury is righteous, his vengeance swift as he overwhelms the taller, frightened man who has tripped over his paws and seems to be attempting to speak while the attacker’s teeth find their mark. The blue throat is in his mouth, the doomed male’s words dying along with the stranger as he twists and rips, parting the man with his windpipe. Ezekiel’s teeth are bared, blood spraying across his face and chest as the exposed artery arches blood through the air. The stranger gurgles, the air causing frothy bubbles to well from the wound as his mouth pumps in the vain attempt to draw breath.
The blue male sags, hitting the ground with a dull thud as his chest heaves and legs kick, his death throes violent but quick. Just as he stills, the fog coils around the dead man, stealing him from view… until another form, darker blue than the first. The new stranger steps forward, his paws chasing away the mist to reveal the scene and dismay, grief, and finally, rage cross over the male’s features. It is undeniable that the man he had just killed and this stranger share a bond and the new combatant seems distinctly disturbed by the death of the lighter blue male. The snarled threat has Ezekiel hunkering down, the bear skull lightly slapping his head as he sets his defenses.
This man seems unhinged and he decides to use the fog to his advantage in the coming duel to the death. With a blood smeared smirk, Ezekiel steps back, disappearing in a swirl of grey before he is off and running, angling to stay alongside the stranger. With the denseness of the mist, it has diminished his line of sight so the Saxe male is forced to rely on his other sense, listening for the softest of sounds along with the more dynamic ones such as running paws and shouted words.
As he runs, Ezekiel knows that he will kill this man today.
WC: 804
Total WC: 2103 / 1500
Ezekiel is considered a mature character. All warnings apply to his threads.