A wolf in sheep's clothing

Ezra Hemlock | 29 | Hybrid | Prisoner He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

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The Storm | Godstorm

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vivaciousmartie:

Martie had been having a quiet and lazy afternoon with an escort on the East Side when all hell seemed to literally break loose. She had noticed the darkening skies outside and had brushed it off as a mere storm coming in. Then the ground started to shake and she knew something was wrong, heard as things began to crumble around her. In her ten years in Covaire she had never experienced an earthquake, and there was a sense of unease she could feel in her stomach, as though things weren’t over yet. She knew she couldn’t stay at the house though, if nothing else she needed to get back to Le Bordel and see if there was any damage to her place. 

She hadn’t been outside very long before the storm had started, coating her clothes to her skin in a second, her hair heavy as it hang limply around her face. “Shit.” She cursed, her sight suddenly limited in the downpour, only getting better for a second when lightning flashed across the sky and lit up her vision. She could hardly see but she ran as fast as she could, hoping that the storm would break otherwise she’d have to give up and just find some cover for the time being. Then she ran straight into someone, sending her crashing to the ground at the impact. She ground her teeth together, the sting on her palms only adding to the sting of the rain against her skin. She looked up, barely able to make out features through the rain even as she tried to pull herself up. “Ezra?” She yelled through the rain. 

Her body forces his attention to the present, Ezra’s mind taunts him with his past, threatens to break his already unsteady composure. He cannot ignore the monster he feels looming. Quickly his eyes dart to the woman who fell to the ground, squinting as water continues to drip down his features to see who he’s crash into. He recognizes Martie, his attention dragged away once more to recognize as well the shadow of the Wolf. Ezra knows the monsters figure cannot be real but that does not stop the fear. 

Swiftly, Ezra bends down and grabs Martie’s forearms, lifting her almost too quickly back to her feet. Then Ezra continues forward, only he keeps Martie in his grip, holding her too harshly. “There is nothing that way, something’s happened,” thunder breaks loose and Ezra shudders as it announces the lightning that follows. He doesn’t even know if she can hear him, but he can’t stay here any longer and some part of him cares enough to stop Martie from heading into the city still surviving the earthquake and tornado.  

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The Storm | Godstorm

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gabelundell:

He doesn’t know what to do and he’s starting to panic. The last time he’s felt so trapped, was the night he was bitten. He’s never ran away as much as he is since that night. There’s nowhere really safe and he’s lost contact with Martine. There’s a cyclone on the West Side, and it feels like Hell is opening and trying to reach out downtown. He thought the East Side electric storm wouldn’t be so wrong. He can see his mistake now. Although, he’s glad he’s still wearing his wet suit. He runs and tries to find somewhere safe. He bumps into someone and reaches out to prevent them from falling. Gabe blinks and realises who it is. “Ezra! What happened to you?”

Ezra doesn’t see Gabe despite his tower of a structure because his attention had been almost solely focused on the creature he was trying so hard to avoid. Muscles tense as he feels the man bump into his body, Ezra’s reflex forced distance between the two so he pushed Gabe back. He felt unsteady, the ghost of his past was on his heels. Thunder booms and the halfbreed shudders. Although his physical wounds come in a handful it was the pain of old scars that bothered him most. His past threatened his present. The rain made him remember when he was bitten, when he was in the Arena. He didn’t hear Gabe’s question, trying to maintain his control. “I can’t stay here,” the rain washes out his voice but he doesn’t explain, merely continues forward. 

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The Storm | Godstorm

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onyourkneesgrace:

Home was only two minutes down the street, so incredibly close and yet she could barely move two steps without a struggle. The lightening is what scared her into panic mode, the way the ground shook with each crack and the smell of electricity in the air. It would be much safer inside. Grace has her face covered, failing to stop the rain from smacking her skin, blurring her vision and causing her to stumble even when the winds would let up for a moment. She had barely even seen him before he came barreling into her - Grace right in the path of Ezra’s struggled flee. Easily he knocked her to the ground, causing more disorientation than the rain alone. “Jeeze..”

Ezra was well aware of the body he collided with but he was far beyond a capacity to care. His attention had been on the roaring sky and the ghost of himself bitting at his heels. On edge and itching to leave he paused only when he met the other body to see what creature it had been. Truth be told, he was fully expecting a fight, you could never tell what kind of man you’d encounter in grave times like this. When it came down to it Ezra wouldn’t go down easy. Blinking through the water that collects on his lashes Ezra begins to find familiar features, “what are you doing?!” His voice is loud to compensate for the rain, but also because their is urgency in his tone. “You should not be out here.”

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The Storm | Godstorm

Fleeing the dangers of the west and center parts of the city Ezra had moved towards the east, rain had been pouring across the city and he assumed it would be no less worse among the homes of the vampires. He had been wrong. The downpour made him nearly blind to his surroundings, everything was hidden behind a curtain of thick rain, his clothes clung to his tired form heaving for breaths. Above him thunder roared, lightning cracking and striking faraway objects. It brought back unwanted memories, Ezra could see something moving out of the corner of his eye. He knew it was the Wolf. 

Panic started to seep in as Ezra heard a low growl beneath the thunder, a dark snarl of something all too familiar. Cuts and bruises littered his form, although impeded he ran, blindly hurling through the storm hoping to escape his darkness.

[expressions-of-nature]

by Caamila L

“… And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

― Haruki Murakami

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Burial|| Event: Godstorm

The siren went off a second too late. Before she could open the door that leads to her workshop in the basement, the earth shook as all around her the siren blares. There’s barely any gradual intensity to the earthquake before she falls to her knees, the wall cracking as furniture move out place or fall, scattering her belongings, windows breaking. Then the awful sound of metal and concrete shattering. She barely had a second to hold into the closes wall before a crack star to form in the living room, and it all goes down in shamble, only darkness and a curtain of dust. It takes a few minutes to regain her sense and try to reign back the panic. She alive. Trapped under the debris, feeling pain from her head, but alive, and that was all that mattered. Shakily, Melanie tried to feel the debris trapping her against the wall, ignoring the blood on her temple, doing her best to push against. It did not even budge. Her breath becomes shallow, and for once, she let the fear let her control her action. She screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks. 

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Ezra didn't know what the sirens could be for but he knew what kind of event they foretold. It’s as if the alarm triggers the earthquake that ripples through the center of the city, the Chateau trembles, he feels the structure below him weaken before it finally gives out. The halfbreed barely made it out of the Chateau, what luck allowed him to survive unscathed didn’t show mercy on others in the cells. Momentarily Ezra considered returning, seeking the guards for sanctuary, but the magnitude of the earthquake repeated and he couldn’t imagine anywhere to be safe so he moved as quickly as he could to find other shelter. As he dodge the scattered debris of the streets Ezra heard screaming, for a moment he considered leaving the source to suffer at fate’s hand but his morality couldn’t allow it. The sound was hard to pinpoint, “if you’re alive, keep talking!” Ezra shouted over the rubble, trying to find where the scream had come from.

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Cries of a Godstorm || Event

[Levi couldn’t find a single safe place in Covaire to go to, he wasn’t sure how he ended up there but he found himself standing at the entrance of the west side of the city watching multiple tornado’s forming in the skies above.] Holy shit.

[Something told him that there was people still inside the houses the filled the west side, and that same part told him to be the hero his father wanted him to be. Making his way through, he kept his eyes pealed at all times, knowing if he got sucked up there was noway he would survive. As he walked past a collapsed house, he heard cries coming from inside. Running as fast as he could.] Hello?!

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When Ezra first escaped the damaged Chateau his only goal was to find someplace safe, he didn’t know any vampires so he fled to the west. What greeted him there was as dangerous a situation he left. Wind speeds made movement among the streets difficult, debris was ripped from nearby buildings and hurled around carelessly. Ezra saw the tornado, watched in disbelief as it twisted and raged upon any nearby objects. He had to get the fuck out of here. 

Ezra had moved to the seemingly abandoned house to block any objects from hitting him, but the house couldn’t endure the toll. A tree crashed through the entryway, breaking nearby walls, causing rubble to catch Ezra’s back leg. Pain rippled among his nerves, a woman in the adjacent room suffered the blow as well. When the stranger arrived Ezra had been gritting his teeth, nails attempting to dig the rubble off him. He pointed in the direction the crying woman, “get her first,” he snarled through the agony, unsure even if the man heard him over the onslaught of wind. 

[latenights]

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templeboxers:

“Practice makes perfect.” he said with a small chuckle. Besides, Dex didn’t have much hair as it was. Still, he liked gabe, so he wouldn’t complain if Gabe cut his hair and Ezra swept it up. He felt like both men were nice guys. “How long have you worked there?”

The idea of taking up a set of trimmers and adopting the trade brought a small grin to Ezra’s face, at the very least he’d learn how to give himself a decent haircut. “Since the change in policy, Gabe came by the cells scouting out helping and he offered to throw in a good word to his boss for me.”

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Defending the Law

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gunfightsxwithxclaws:

That wasn’t quite true, as Francis still wasn’t sure what the process was for prisoners in a place like this. “Don’t you trade cigarette’s inside like they show on television?” he teased now, as he was pretty sure there was always something of value in every situation. To the people in this city it seemed to be sex, or blood, or perhaps both, but inside the Chateau, he couldn’t quite imagine it. Maybe he’d have to make a few more visits before he could make that call.

“Francis. I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but I’m not sure either of us feels that way.” he smirked a little and looked at the other, this one was hard to read, but that just made him a challenge. “How long have you been in this city then? I heard it’s not long since the abolished slavery so if you were here before then, I’d presume you did something to warrant your incarceration?”

“Like they show on television?” Ezra’s amusement seeped through, he hadn’t watched any crime shows, he’d never seen much tv honestly besides what played in the storefront windows. But he didn’t believe much of what they showed to be works of reality. The halfbreed could tell the man wasn’t being serious however so he didn’t push back. “Cigarettes aren’t as cheap as money is concerned in the Chateau,” if you wanted something you had to pay more.

“Your intuition skills as a cop are spot on,” Ezra replies, but his voice is low and mellow, lacking all actual distaste. He wouldn't show outright dislike for a man above him, it only prompted them to give him more of a reason to hate them more often than not. “Are you always this curious of prisoners or is it my lucky day?”

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“I think I’ll survive.”

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covairelilith:

Lilith listens intently while the other starts to list of what colors the small insects come in. “I like rouge.” Her brows knit together and she wonders if that could be a color she herself likes. “Spot nature.” Her accent still thick but she tries to repeat some of his words. “No, je n'ai pas. Always dark.” She frowned slightly, though her eyes quickly spotting another ladybug. “Look.” She points to it. 

The accent the woman has shows with every few words that escape past her lips but when she shifts to reply in another language he’s met with brief confusion. He’d never learned to speak another language, but the way she pronounces things sounds familiar, he assumes she must be French. “Always dark?” He inquires lightly, his face shifting with curiosity and disbelief. What kind of place had this girl been living in? When she points out another ladybug he turns to observe it, gently moving to set his hand down for the small creature to climb on.

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Some things never change | Open

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jae-jasmine:

It all started when I was thrown into the civilian life with some money to live off of for a little bit, but I needed a job. Never got to finish my nursing degree so I couldn’t work in a hospital or doctors office, I didn’t know how to do anything. It was the previous owner, Chester, who gave me a chance. I became dedicated, come in when all hell was breaking loose; cause I knew if anything happened to the grill then I would lose everything.

Ezra nodded, he understand, if the ship sank she was going down with it. As much as the halfbreed loathed Covaire for its structure and system it also provided him a service, it kept the hunters who wanted him dead outside its gates. For now, he could appreciate his head attached to his shoulders. “Did you learn all the secret homemade recipes then? I have half a mind to believe it’s all just store bought with some fancy garnish thrown on top.”

[gunfightsxwithxclaws]

Defending the Law

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gunfightsxwithxclaws:

Francis smiled to the other man and he could see that twitch of his lips, he was almost glad there was some amusement, though is that smirk grew, he would have to wipe it from his face.

“I think that should be, I’m the cop, I ask the questions.” he replied and shook his head “What’s your name? You’re not an escort, are you? So that means you’re a prisoner. So if you weren’t stealing, can you blame me for thinking it?”

Ezra’s amusement carries into the conversation as it progresses, he tilts his head just slightly as he watches Francis. By now, the man he was once suspected of stealing from leaves, all his possessions accounted for and no sign of guilt shed. “If you have me pegged as a prisoner then you know I don’t stand to benefit from stealing. Trinkets aren’t exactly welcome in the Chateau. My name’s Ezra.”

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templeboxers:

“Well that’s better than nothing.” he said with a shrug “And Gabe seems a nice guy.” He was definitely a good fuck but Dex had to admit, their encounters hadn’t really been to find out each other’s personalities. Maybe he should make more of an effort with that. He found it easier with escorts though, like they were more on his level. “You’ll have to ask if you can give me a trim sometime, train you up… i don’t really care if you snip a little too close.” he teased.

Ezra nodded, he owed his new position at Gents to Gabe, it was the wolf’s good word that swayed the boss into letting him come in and close at night. The perk was when he didn’t cause much of a stir at the Chateau he could stay out later with Gabe which often ended in the pair tangled in bed. Ezra grinned at the man’s last reply, “I wouldn’t be any good at it, I cut my own hair in the Chateau but I didn’t do a good job,” the halfbreed mused, “I only really clean up.”

[gunfightsxwithxclaws]

Defending the Law

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gunfightsxwithxclaws:

Good prediction skills, a trait Francis might admire if the man spoke his thoughts aloud, but instead, he just waits for some sort of response, though he’d not expecting the one he gets and he almost scoffs at it. It felt a little petulant, but then he supposed when he barked out his accusations he too sounded rather childlike, thought justified.

“Are you worth my time?” he asked in response and shook his head, he highly doubted it, and he wished he’d just heed the warning to stay on the straight and narrow. This was why he wasn’t sure whether to interfere or not. “I’m not in charge of the petty crime division.”

A subtle smirk hid on Ezra’s lips, the corner of his mouth lifting at the man’s reply. He had invested enough time into making Ezra a suspect but a shadow fo doubt made the halfbreed more confident. Which was only fair, as he hadn’t stolen anything, at least not from this man. His first assumption is reassured by the mans last remark. “You’re the cop, aren’t you suppose to tell me?”