𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚎

zeki ersoy. werewolf. mechanic.

[foreverashes]

“LET YOUR PLANS BE DARK AND IMPENETRABLE AS NIGHT, AND WHEN YOU MOVE, FALL LIKE A THUNDERBOLT.” 

( furkan andıç. cisman. he/him. the golden age & woodkid. ) that’s ZEKI ERSOY, isn’t it? they’re always hanging around the UNAFFILIATED pack, so it’s rare to catch them alone. i heard they’re THIRTY years old, and they’re currently a(n) MECHANIC at THE LOCAL AUTO SHOP. when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to STATEN ISLAND by MOTORCYCLE. ( livvy. 25. she/her. central time. )

@duskintro

REVAMPED​: changed his species because I just ultimately had more muse for him as a werewolf!

name: zeki ersoy face claim: furkan andıç pronouns & gender: he/him & cisman age: 30 orientation: pansexual species: werewolf wolf form: black with yellow eyes occupation: mechanic languages: turkish, russian, english

birth date: august 2nd astrological sign: leo height: six foot three hair color: brown eye color: brown

traits: diligent, decisive, reliable, forthright, reserved, stubborn moral alignment: neutral good hogwarts house: gryffindor vice: wrath virtue: diligence   history (tw: death, murder, fire) -Zeki remembered the night well, the night that altered his entire life and everything he was to an extent that he never thought was possible -The moon was high and there wasn’t a cloud in sight, Zeki only fifteen when his childhood house in Istanbul was broken into by hunters -They had been after his mother, who was a werewolf, while his human father tried his hardest to fight them off too -The pistol that fell to the hardwood floors was picked up by Zeki, who had the urge to protect his family despite the fear coursing through him -Aiming was the hardest since they were all struggling in his line of sight, but he swallowed back courage and pulled the trigger, not realizing the bullet hit his father until it was too late -His mother was able to take care of the hunters, but not before they had already set fire to the house -She found a crying Zeki cradling his lifeless father, and while they both had shock and anguish, his mother was quick to take action, getting them out of the burning structure -The two ultimately fled Istanbul and also Turkey in general, Zeki’s mother adamant about moving constantly for safety and security -And as the next full moon came, so did the changes in Zeki’s body because by – accidentally or not – killing his father, it triggered the werewolf gene -But she was there to help him through it all, and looking back, Zeki couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened if he had been alone -Various places became residence over the next few years until Zeki was around twenty, and his mother ended up passing away -The nomadic lifestyle had become the usual though, so he continued traveling for years, living in different countries -It became a habit to keep jewelry (bracelet, some necklaces) from the places as souvenirs, a way to keep the memories in case he never returned to one country or another -While Zeki had been to New York (and the USA in general) a few times in the past, it wasn’t until half a year ago when he moved to Staten Island -It was odd getting used to the whole council-like society, but Zeki grew to find some relief in the fact that the species weren’t constantly having battles in the streets -However, Zeki isn’t sure if he’ll end up sticking around for too long, maybe no longer than another year before going somewhere else again due to instinct -But maybe things are meant to change and him being in New York is some kind of weird fate, like there’s something there that will ultimately be worth staying for

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percyxsavoy​:

“The unsuspecting victims are the best, I’ll have you know.” Percy walked up to the man, still fighting the urge to burst out laughing. His face was priceless. “Sometimes people just need a good whack in the face with a snowball, and fate chose you.” Yeah, fate. Totally not her inability to do any athletic feats whatsoever. “You don’t look too banged up. How about we chalk this up to a terrible tragedy and put it behind us?”

x

“Is that because the unsuspecting ones are easier?” Zeki countered, also holding in laughter because in truth, he wasn’t upset nor annoyed by the whole thing. With all of that snow, there were bound to be people who wanted to toss a few snowballs around. Some more enthusiastic about the propositions than others. He lifted a hand to his face, carefully wiping off the bits of snow that were still on him. “I would hope I’m okay,” Zeki agreed slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t want to file a damage claim against you.” 

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hanamun​:

hana grimaced as she listened to the young woman with the microphone try her best not to butcher last christmas, but there was only so much you could do when you definitely weren’t a member of the band, wham! she scrunched her nose and turned away, meeting the gaze of a nearby onlooker. she gave him a helpless look. “i don’t know how much more of the song i can take,” she said, just loud enough for the other to hear. “i don’t want to be rude, but it is my favorite christmas song,” she confessed. // @foreverashes​

x

Zeki was one of the passerby’s to stop and listen to the person who decided to take the microphone. And honestly, it felt as though she had been singing for far longer than the song actually was. He glanced around as casually as he could, meeting someone’s gaze and listening to her opinions at the singer being off key and off beat. “It’s an... interesting rendition,” Zeki commented slowly, nodding in agreement before smiling in amusement. “Some people say music is just another form of art. Is this one of those... art is subjective situations?” 

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ofxvivi​:

@foreverashes

HOLIDAY MARKET || ZEKI

Vivian was bothered, she was busy with work, and trying her best to focus on that. However, the other night, running into Zeki. It was nagging at her, he stated he had known her a while back. She couldn’t remember much from when she was younger, it felt like she didn’t know much of anything then. It seemed she was zoning out because the vendor had to ask her once again if she wanted some coffee. She nodded her head “Yes.” she gives a light smile, taking a sip before she could see someone off in the distance.  it was Zeki, her smile fading.

x

Bothered was one way to put it. Zeki had been distracted since that stormy night that brought about a reunion he didn’t think would ever occur. It was one he had wanted in the back of his mind, but the way it happened was unexpected, in that she didn’t even remember him. And Zeki hadn’t intended to see her at the market, but perhaps something out of their control caused the encounter to happen anyway. He had been maneuvering around the crowd, his gaze shifting around at the faces until he saw Vivian.

Zeki stopped, almost in carefulness since he wasn’t sure if she wanted him near. But even just seeing her in the streets of New York, snow lightly falling around them in the epitome of a beautiful scenery, caused his heart to quicken its pace on instinct.

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mayainmanhattan​:

@duskstart​

Status: Open

Location: The Bronx

Maya’s right arm was sore and aching like she’d been punched and given a dead arm. No. Worse than that. It was a kind of dull ache that radiated from bruises caused by hit after hit of volley balls in gym class. Shaking her head free of memories of high school gym class she resumed her task at hand trying not to let her mind wonder and get too distracted. What was she thinking about again?

Get Baked!  

Her phone buzzed lightly on the kitchen countertop and lit up with a message on screen from her friend who was back in Miami.  Rolling her eyes, Maya put down the bowl of batter she’d been whisking for what felt like an eternity, giving her arm a little reprieve. After giving her arm a little shake to try and relieve some tension she picked up her phone and wondered out of the kitchen and towards the window of the seating area in her apartment.

That’s a ridiculous name. AND it’s not going to be that kind of bakery.  

She fired off the reply to her friend who was supposed to be here helping her set up for the opening of Maya’s own bakery in just a couple of weeks, but she had her own family issues to deal with back home so Maya was muddling through getting the building ready with the contractors alone and her friend was helping out with long distance moral support. That and ridiculous names for the place. If she was going to get a shop sign created in time, she needed a name stat.

Looking up and out of the window at the sky that was unusually clear for this time of year she decided it was time for a break. Maybe the bustling streets of the Bronx could give her some inspiration. She covered her mixing bowl full of batter and set it aside to continue later. She grabbed her fleece lined jacket since it was getting cold outside, the one with a hood in case it rained because with her luck that clear sky would cloud over any minute. She wrapped around a red scarf for a little extra warmth.

Although from her apartment it was usually less than an hour to walk into Manhattan, the location for her new premise, she decided she best stay close to home as the borough was being cloaked in darkness from the night sky. Locking up and shoving her keys into her pockets she wondered out into the city.  

…

After walking around for about 10 minutes or so Maya looked to the skies again, noticing that it had indeed started to cloud over quite a lot. She hadn’t noticed as most of the time she was looking at her phone, bouncing ideas back and forth with her friend. Before she knew it the heavens opened, raining down and dampening her hair which would surly turn frizzy just from the moisture in the air. She pulled up her hood and stood to the side, seeking a little shelter from one of the taller buildings. She looked around realising she was in an unfamiliar part of town, her own fault of course for paying more attention to her phone than where she was walking. Although not being originally from New York, Maya had lived here for a while now and knew her way around most places she frequented, but it was a big city and not surprising she’d end up getting lost one of these days. Across from her she the warm inviting lighting through the windows of what looked like a bar. Her gaze flickered to the sign above the door titling the place. The Wolf’s Eye.

Not a terrible place to take shelter, she thought. And with that she proceeded to make her way across the street and towards the bar, holding up her hood to ensure her hair didn’t get too wet.

Another day away from Staten Island, Zeki having visited the Bronx to run a few errands. He hadn’t even meant to stay in the borough for that long, but ended up taking a walk down a few blocks. It was a normal trek down the sidewalk until the gray clouds above went from just that to full rain. Unfortunately, Zeki wasn’t wearing a jacket that had a hood, thus having to accept that he would be pelted by fast raindrops. He squinted up at the sky before deciding to move toward the Wolf’s Eye. And hopefully, the bad weather would pass after sometime.

Zeki reached the bar’s door and pulled it open. He stopped when he noticed someone approaching as well, giving them an acknowledging nod as he stepped back and opened it wider for her. Perhaps the werewolf wasn’t the only one looking to seek shelter from the storm.

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percyxsavoy​:

Open

Location: Holiday Market

She hadn’t meant to do it. How could she have known her aim was that bad? One minute she was gearing up to throw a snowball at someone she thought she knew, the next she had to watch as the thing smashed into the face of someone else. “Sorry!” she exclaimed, hand flying to her mouth to hide the fact she was minutes away from bursting into a fit of giggles. ( @duskstart​)

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Perhaps it could’ve also been on him for not paying attention to his surroundings. Zeki was standing off to the side. And there was snow around, reflecting the usual scene of a New York winter wonderland, or that was what some people liked to call it. But the werewolf wasn’t expecting to be struck in the face with a snowball, having been checking messages on his phone before it hit him. Zeki grunted at the impact, looking up when he heard someone apologize. “Are strangers the usual targets?” He questioned with a small smile of amusement.

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ofxvivi​:

Maybe what he had been saying was somewhat true, she still felt like she couldn’t believe it. The memory that replayed in her mind, came out of nowhere. at least, that is what she thought….it wouldn’t have just appeared if it didn’t happen, right? for a second there she couldn’t even think, let alone remember where she was. It all happened so fast and yet in slow motion. What was it? and her heart continued to race, from the memory? from the thunder? or from the fact that there was truth.

her eyes finally opened, as she didn’t realize she had been holding on to him. her vision blurry, due to the rain. His face became clearer, as she heard his Are you okay? because right now she wasn’t. She wasn’t okay, not before, not at the gym, and not even now.  Even then so, she felt the need to say something, anything really. she was blinking, because in the memory, it was day, and from what she could see now, it was night. “I’m fine.” she states not wanting to actually say what she really was feeling.

What had her attention, was not the sudden closeness, but becoming fully aware of touch, one hand was holding hers, the other around her waist. In the midst of the rain, mixed with the wind, one would say it was cold. She was feeling hot. Vivian didn’t know if her breathing would ease, but she stood up, shaking his hand off, wanting that distance.  She was finding it hard to breathe. He had caught her, and that caught her off guard. Straightening herself, brushing her hair away from her face, looking down at the mud. “Thank you.” she mumbled motioning to grab her bag.

The quickness of his reaction wasn’t just due to a good Samaritan situation where someone helped another in need. No, this was more than that. This was an instinct to protect. Zeki caught her in a rapid, concerned manner like he was protective over her despite not having seen her in many years. Maybe she saw it; maybe she didn’t. As they were caught up in that moment, he silently reminisced. It reminded him of when he had caught her from falling off that cliff, though there had been higher stakes then. This was a simple catching from slipping and falling into mud.

It was different and yet, the similarities couldn’t be ignored by him. Even just the feeling of her hand in his was sharply familiar. Zeki hadn’t realized just how much he had missed it until that moment, not that it was appropriate to explain that out loud. Not right now. Not when he was… a stranger.

I’m fine. Zeki wasn’t sure if he completely bought that, but he gave her a nod regardless. “Alright…” The curiosity was there, but he felt like he had already overstepped so he didn’t pry. His hand was brushed away and once again, the nonverbal command for space was heard loud and clear. The touch was gone, causing Zeki to wince despite there being no physical pain involved. But he took a step back, nodding when she thanked him.

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ofxvivi​:

Even right now she was pretending as if the situation didn’t affect her. Why should it? it was nonsense. He was telling her a story, a story that didn’t sound like her at all. The longer she stared at the bracelet, the longer it felt just standing there. Did she lose track of time? she slowly looked up from bracelet, looking at him clearly. Regardless of the rain. The way he tensed up, jaw tightening, and he was doing a good job keeping it in. The expression on his face….bothered her, not in the sense that she was annoyed—or well, she kinda was, but because something didn’t feel quite right. it was as if there was knot in her stomach, and she didn’t know why.

something was off, a feeling of Deja vu and it happened in no more than a few seconds. A ringing in her ear, and it felt like a headache was coming on.  The lightening made itself known again, and this time, she felt it blind her. A flash of a memory came.

“nothing like a little rain.” she could hear her voice speaking as she looked over the water, she was in the woods, by a small pond. To Vivian this felt like she was watching a movie scene, someone was holding her hand. When she looked up in her memory, the face, was his. Staring back at her, and he was smiling. Vivian can feel her heart racing in the moment right now.

The roar of the thunder shook her and she gasped for air and then at the same time jumped back. It had been raining for quite sometime that the dirt beneath them became mud. Vivian found herself slipping, losing her balance. 

There was a silence that came over them, Zeki standing still and waiting for a response, however that looked. He was expecting her to order him to leave, and if that would’ve been the case, he would respect her wishes. But that wasn’t what happened. A bolt of lightning flashed in the dark canvas above their heads, but Vivian was the only one who seemed to be affected by an otherwise normal occurrence of nature. Of course, most people probably wouldn’t just be standing out there in a storm like that, regardless of being supernatural.

But still, there was a change in her expression that was distinct enough for Zeki to notice, even through the hard fall of rain. Seconds passed and then Vivian jolted back as if in surprise, causing the man to flinch in bewilderment. He nearly said something, almost asking what was wrong, until her balance was lost due to the slipperiness of the wet ground beneath them. Zeki didn’t hesitate to move. He was to her within a split second, grabbing her hand while his other arm slipped around her waist.

“Are you okay?” Zeki asked over the storm in genuine concern, not just about her almost falling but what had happened right before. He stared at Vivian before trying to help get her steady on her feet again.

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ofxvivi​:

She had been through many things in her life, and her memory was never an issue. She had great memory, she paid attention to detail and she was one to hold onto things, even when she knew to let go. Time, places, objects and scent, can all trace back to a certain period in her life. Some good, others she rather forget. Vivian was good a remembering faces as well, and the simple fact that she couldn’t place him. Made her question just who is this person?

Was there a time that was blurred? she was trying to think very carefully, and it almost made her feel like something was wrong. Did she want to believe this person, that he knew something about her that no one else knew? or was this a simple trick, meant to fuck with her head. She didn’t know. His motive, the reason he continued this conversation, whatever it may be. She didn’t like it.

As he went off to explain their first meeting, it almost didn’t sound like her. A bonfire? allowing a guy to taunt her? and by a cliff no less.  Her arms were crossed as she paused “Shoved me?” she states in a defensive tone, like she would have allowed that shit, he would have been dead. She was keeping it mindful that it was a decade ago. Her younger years were…innocent, not at all how she is now. “What are you my savior?” she states in a mumble, another flash of lightening, the raining falling harder.

“And what? now somehow after all this years, this is a reunion of not seeing one another?” if he had been bullshitting, she couldn’t find a reason for him to go this far. Even as to make up an elaborate story such as this one. However, at the mention of the bracelet. She glanced down, seeing that she had never once took it off. “ Look, I don’t know why I don’t remember you. Frankly I find the story to be a bit out of character for me. Whether you remember me before, I’m not that same person.” she states looking back at him, the rain clearly soaking them both. “You’re a stranger.”

Vivian was practically scoffing at the story, like it was far to ridiculous for that to have been her. But it was her, even if she didn’t remember. Zeki sighed quietly as she continued. Whether you remember me before, I’m not that same person. “I can see that,” Zeki stated in response as if it should’ve been obvious. He was aware she was different. The difference was quite blinding, actually. He tightened his jaw, feeling hints of regret at his tone sounding like he was peeved. He wasn’t annoyed at her. It was more at the whole confusion of the situation. It was like his mind was stuck in a plain of uselessness. He felt useless, not knowing what to do.

You’re a stranger. The look that reflected that statement had been there, but hearing it said out loud was a haunting feeling. Zeki’s fingers twitched at his sides and his eyes dropped to her collarbone, as if the ghostly look in her gaze was too much to handle right then. Pieces of memories were flashing before him, but he held his tongue on saying them. It was clear she was over it, not wanting anything more that he could offer. What could he offer anyway? He had tried, but that seemed to have failed.

“… I understand,” Zeki murmured, trying to bring back a neutral composure as he forced his eyes to dart back to hers. “It’s okay.” It wasn’t, but if she didn’t remember, there wasn’t much Zeki could do. Clearing his throat, he forced a sharp nod. “I’m sorry. If you want me to leave, I’ll leave,” he promised.

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ofwhittaker​:

“ ALRIGHT, BUT THAT’S NOT A REAL REASON. you’ve never been in a marriage, but does that mean you never want to be ? ”   roger poses the question, hoping it doesn’t backfire on him. he might be biased, but he doesn’t see the appeal of the lone wolf thing ;   there was a time where he was one as well, and it didn’t work out so well. then again, roger had been completely ignorant to werewolves back then, so joining a pack had also been for survival.   “ it’s just having a support system, you know. ”

Zeki was a little surprised by the question, shooting him an odd look. “Marriage? Uh huh...” he murmured slowly, tilting an eyebrow before huffing softly. “Not so sure that’s the best comparison for this, but I suppose you're not that far off base either.” He’d give Roger at least some points for the attempt at making a decent effort. He shrugged his shoulders. “I guess that’s true, but I’ve been used to sticking to myself for so long. It’d be a learning curve. That’s not a yes by any means, though, so don’t take it as that.” Zeki laughed.

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gabrielferreiras​:

     GABRIEL DOESN’T KNOW WHAT HE WAS THINKING, starting a conversation with a stranger. maybe it’s already the holiday spirit kicking in. “it’s nice,” he comments, and it’s a little shinier than what he likes, but either way, he thinks it’s a pretty nice bike. “do you restore them or anything?” gabriel is always able to talk to people about this, so maybe coming to the holiday party isn’t such a bad thing after all. 

Zeki hadn’t really been expecting to fall into conversation with a stranger either. He had planned to just stick around people he knew, if he ran into any familiar faces at all. But the other man seemed interested in the bike, causing Zeki to wonder if he had one as well. The question made him think before he nodded slowly. “I guess you could say that, actually. But more for work,” he admitted. “I’m a mechanic over on Staten Island.” He nodded back to the bike. “Though we’re typically fixing cars more than motorcycles.”

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ofxvivi​:

What was she more upset about? not that he knew her name, not the fact that he was a complete stranger that somehow has a connection. It was the simple fact that her anger was there, yes, but she couldn’t lash out like she usually would. She disliked it, the more she stared at him, wracking her brain for an explanation, the more irritated she was feeling. The whole showing her proof, or even trying to tell her something…she frankly just wanted to leave, pretend this never happened. It wasn’t like she would run into him again, right?

As she walked over to him, ready to kick his ass, she halted right when she was close to make a move. wolf pendant. she froze. the pendant she hadn’t kept on her keychain for a long time, she still had it in her bag, it was more like a charm now. How the hell would he know that.  her jaw tightening as she really didn’t have a response, he wouldn’t have had access to it, no matter how she thought about different scenarios. no one would know that.

“Who are you, and why do you know that?” she stated her voice low, clear annoyance in it, all the while the rain began to fall. She didn’t care, her dark hues remained on him, hands forming a fist. All this build up, and she realized this was the reason she was releasing her stress, and temper. He only seemed to heighten it. He was messing with her emotions, and it was like push and pull, she couldn’t make sense of it.

The stark contrast between how she acted now versus earlier was night and day, the vexation crystal clear on the expression that once had a softness to it. But at the same time, things happened and people could change. Vivian seemed different, and yes, that included the – still shocking – fact that she didn’t remember him. But he tried to remain in the moment. It struck a chord. The keychain was something that had not been out in the open. There was no point in time when he could’ve fished through her bag. Not without Vivian noticing.

But while Zeki found some relief in that being a better assertion than the tattoo thing, he couldn’t help but still feel a pang of guilt. She was highly confused and frustrated. It would be a disorientated feeling to be in her shoes in a situation like that. Zeki shut his eyes for a few moments as her question echoed within him. He was in a perplexed state too, but was seeming to accept that her memory was oddly blocked, despite the solemn reluctance to welcome the thought.

“My name… is Zeki,” he murmured slowly, feeling like a ghost at having to reintroduce himself. “I met you around a decade ago. You were at a bonfire, at some point being along the outskirts with a guy. He was taunting about falling off the cliff,” Zeki explained, ignoring the thunder that roared above. “I was in the area and noticed the exchange. He ended up shoving you, and I caught you before you fell.” While the story could seem convincing, he also wasn’t holding his breath for her not believing it was possibly bullshit.

“We ran into each other days later,” he continued carefully. “We talked more. We weren’t around each other for that long, a few months.” It seemed like a rather simple story in retrospect, two people having become friends for a short while. But there had been more of a connection than just that, yet Zeki bit his tongue on that detail. “And I… gave you that.” He glanced briefly down at her bracelet again. 

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gabrielferreiras​:

     GABRIEL’S HEAD IS DOWN, and he doesn’t know why he decided to come here this evening. too many people, and he thinks all the decorations are a little too overboard for his tastes. he has half a mind to just go home at this point. he looks up when someone collides into him, and he makes sure he’s alright before waving it off. “it’s alright.” because it’s not like that’s a big deal to him. or maybe zeki just caught him on a good day. gabriel looks in the direction the other man came from, seeing the bike. “that yours?”

Not everyone was a fan of those kinds of events, which was understandable. Even Zeki wasn’t much for huge crowds, and probably wouldn’t be visiting the market for the entirety of its run that year. But since he liked to travel to a lot of places, he figured it was nice to experience things like that in different places just for the sake of doing it at least once. So, there he was. Zeki glanced over his shoulder at the motorcycle, nodding in confirmation. “Yeah,” he replied with a smile. “I’ve had that one for only a few months. Used to have a different model before.”

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ofwhittaker​:

“ YOU’VE BEEN SAYING NO FOR YEARS, but i’ve yet to hear a decent enough excuse to not join, ”   roger lets out a huff of laughter, keeping his voice low as they walk through the aisle of vendors at the christmas market.   “ not even as a christmas present ? ”

“Are you sure?” Zeki retorted with a quiet smirk. “I think you’ve just wanted to ignore any excuse I give.” He glanced around, taking in the sights and admiring all of the vendors set up, especially those that were small businesses. It was nice to see. “Sorry. Holidays aren’t exceptions,” he declared with a serious expression, but finally just gave him a smile, shaking his head in amusement. “But really, just never been a part of one. I know it can be an overused phrase, but I guess I’m just more of a... lone wolf.” He huffed to himself and shrugged.

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holiday market / @judesfms​

With so many people crowding up the market place like an endless sea, it could be difficult at times to pick out familiar scents since so many blended in. But Zeki could still recognize a face if nothing else, surprised when he nearly bumped into someone he had met not too long ago. “Oh, good evening,” Zeki greeted the former customer, someone who had a specific request during her visit at the mechanic shop. “I’m not sure if you remember me, I work at the mechanic shop,” he explained. “Was that car okay?”

[foreverashes]

holiday market / @ofwhittaker​

Leaning back against the bench, Zeki let out a soft huff as he heard the question that had become quite frequent during his conversations with Roger. “Like I’ve told you a hundred times before,” the werewolf began, raising an eyebrow over at his friend. “No, I’m not joining Eclipse.” Hey, Roger had tried. In truth, it wasn’t that Zeki was annoyed at the constant asking. He could understand that a friend was just wanting a friend to join their pack. But Zeki had never been in a pack setting, and just didn’t think he’d fit in one.

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holiday market / @gabrielferreiras

Zeki drove up on his motorcycle, parking in a decent enough spot before turning off the engine. Taking off his helmet, he glanced around the area, taking note of the amount of people who decided to show up. Not that it should be surprising since those public city events tended to be popular, especially with families and the like. Zeki hopped off his bike, giving a small smile of acknowledgement to the group of people who were passing by. His shoulder bumped against another’s, and he stopped. “Sorry about that,” he told the man.