The guards had informed him who brought his cell open, he left it without so much as a second thought. When he arrived at the loft he was greeted with the familiar sweet smell of the Mistress, some time was allowed before her arrival and Ezra used it to clean the grime off his skin.
The halfbreed was taking in the view when he heard the door click, it was the only sound to alert him Gale was there at all. “Some woman rented me for the new year celebration. Wanted to take me to some party with fancy wine and food. I preferred to stay in, with the apples.”
Galadrielle was not one for sentimentality and yet, Ezra would always remain among those she favoured. Anything could stand between them and it would still not shake the affection she held for the halfbreed. This gift was meaningless to most - a pleasantry between them - and yet even for ones who held no beliefs in celebrating during what mortal called Holidays; such gift fell necessary… if only to calm the beast but for a moment and let the tortured man enjoy the small token. As always, the small basket was left in the cell, without a note and only her scent to remain; lingering behind.
Blood flowed into his hand as he let the stream swim through it. Some work effort to bury the dead, a matter others were wary of. But in between his rage the feral wolf felt almost nothing, scaring those that knew him, pushing them away. They did not understand him wild like this, but as he raises his gaze he sees her, a wolf who knows darkness, that knows his. He begins to move to see her, see if the invasion affected her.
Some male werewolf slave who has been acting like a team leader, the Alpha of this little group, gets in his way. Ezra grabs him by the throat so quickly and unexpectedly he cuts him off mid sentence and buries him under the water, holding him there till he stops. A werewolf cannot drown, he knows that. but one should know better than to order him around. Then he reaches her, looking her over, searching for wounds.
His chances of finding her are slim to none. Not knowing where his mistress is sets his teeth on edge, makes Ezra become reckless with his need to see her alive. Her home was the first place he went to after weaving through the alleys and houses, finding the door locked. He can’t see anyone through the windows, no one comes to his call. The idea she is gone makes his chest feel hallow.
Ezra sets himself loose on the streets, watching as humans draw arms, sees them ripped with bullets from enemy fire. He looks for her face among the dying, wolves brought out to the battle to die standing. Ultimately, he maneuvers into an alley to dodge a makeshift bomb, sees as fire consumes the car he took refuge by. It’s there, that chance favors him. Ezra looks down to see a bloody footprint left by someone who abandoned shoes. He only knows of one who frequently does.
His best hope is that she’s carrying blood instead of leaking it, his pace increases as he advances in his search. Ezra finds her at one turn, standing over a dying female hunter, looking as worse as the other ill wolves. His hands tremble with the shred of control he still maintains, amber slowly leaking into his hazel orbs as he reaches out for her wrist.
£ Drabble of my character if they were a mistress and they were bad (Yes love a mistress), Æ Drabble of my character with their or someone else’s child (18 months), ¥ Drabble of an AU reenactment of our characters’ first meeting in a no-supernatural setting. µ Three things my character likes/dislike about yours (Can I ask for both?), † Drabble of my character visiting your character’s grave (or not, I don't want to be cruel), € My character will describe yours in one sentence.
£ Drabble of my character if they were a slave/civilian/master/mistress and they were good/bad (ooc: ;) )
Damn, she looked good. Ezra almost felt bad for whatever poor fool feel in love with the curves of her body. But the dress wasn’t for show, no, she had other intentions for the night. She knew that pig would be there, there wasn’t any other place for men like him to prey on girls but that club. The bartenders all turned to a blind eye to whatever was slipped into the woman’s drink. She slithered forward, golden orbs scanning the beating dance floor. She is on the hunt tonight and there is no one more deserving of death than the man.
Ezra spots him deep in the sea of bodies, glides through the waves of them till she’s right before him. This is the part where she seduces him, grinding her body against his, enticing him till she can feel him firm at her back. It’s then she suggest they take it to the back alley. He doesn’t even consider the risk. When they are into the city’s cool air, he begins to pull his clothes off. Fool, exposing himself so quickly. Not even a second in Ezra rips from him his manhood. His screams are delightful, she has to taste them. Fingers sink into skin again, tearing the man apart.
She eats him alive.
Æ Drabble of my character with their or someone else’s child (18 months)
He did not know what the fuck to do. Ezra saw the slave mother get dragged off by some master, seen him begin to beat her. Surely the baby was next, she was going to die, they both were if he didn’t do something. So he saved the little one, ran through the woods clutching her close to his chest. He had no fucking idea what to do. He went to Gale.
She is not happy. Of fuck, she is not happy. But Ezra begs, pleas for her to keep the little one in her home, only for awhile, till he finds a place for her to go. She agrees, only if he’ll take care of the thing, terms he is more than happy to comply with. Every day he searches, through orphanages, families in need of a child. And every day he falls more in love with her. The way she holds his hands, unafraid, unknowing of the blood that’s painted them. The way she slumps against his chest when she falls asleep breaks his heart.
Two months later he finds a family in need, that will come to Covaire to take her. They meet in the woods, Gale escorts him there, every step he tells himself this is for the best, it has to be done. “I love you sweetheart,” he tearfully says as he gives her one last hug. He watches them leave, remembers how over her new father’s shoulder, she smiles at him.
¥ Drabble of an AU reenactment of our characters’ first meeting in a no-supernatural setting
They say she’s a man-eater. She’s turned down every drink the men have sent her way, shot them all unimpressed looks when they even step forward. She has effectively frightened every man, they are all too scared now to approach. Gale is the first woman Ezra sees when he walks into the bar, he’s not as lavishly styled as the other men, he’s not even in the same pay grade as these asshole. But once he sees her, he can’t take his eyes off her. A few of his friends tell him to let it go, she’s not interested in any of them, he doesn’t stand a chance. Maybe they are right, but that doesn’t stop him.
Ezra makes his way through the crowd, they all scoff as he approaches her. She sends him the same look, but that doesn’t stop him. The close he gets the more that look melts. He smiles when he stops right before her, fingertips just gracing her knee, she’s got fucking killer legs. “You don’t scare me,” he murmurs, and it’s then that she smiles too. He takes the seat beside her and they talk, flirt, all night. He takes her home that night, he’s still entranced with her when he wakes up the next morning. From there on out, they can’t leave each other alone.
µ Three things my character likes/dislike about yours
Likes:
She’s loyal.
She’s never betrayed him or abandoned him.
She genuinely cares about Ezra, even after she’s found out about his horrible past.
Dislikes:
She’s a wolf.
She supports Covaire.
She draws the darkness out of him more than anyone else.
† Drabble of my character visiting your character’s grave
He was invited. Four decades ago Ezra left Covaire, he went overseas and started again. She had helped make that possible and there wasn’t a year that went by that he hadn’t sent letters, packages, pictures back to her. He had a family now, because of her, he had come to peace with who he was and that was in part, thanks to her. He owed her more than he could ever pay back but for some reason, helping him, watching him become happy was enough for her.
She died in Covaire under suspicious circumstances, her body was taken to Paris so she could be put to rest by Samuel. They didn’t take well to Ezra, when he walked in everyone’s eyes fell on him. But he had to come, he had to see her one last time. She looked elegant. He cried.
Later he found out it was a master in Covaire that killed her, another queer event where the people lost control, lost their minds. It was someone close to her, someone she couldn’t fight back. Ezra decided he wouldn’t rest until the man was dead.
€ My character will describe yours in one sentence.
The most dangerous, alluring and caring woman I know.
It was easier than it should have been to get to her doorstep, the hard part was walking past the doorframe. His Colony would have cut out his heart had they ever heard of what caused him to move here today, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He kept hearing the ghost of her heels in the halls, looking for her face in the crowds. Eventually, he started to seek her out, something the halfbreed didn’t do often. Ezra went to the Dominion, asked around the guards, listened for whispers of her. Nothing. He had worked himself up into a paranoid fit about what could have happened to her, so he left, hitched a ride off some foolish master and abandoned him to come here.
Dread consumed his chest at what might be beyond the door, what horrors he envisioned. It wasn’t locked, he walked carefully inside, standing in the center of her living room till he heard the soft padding of footsteps draw near. “I should have knocked, I know,” he began as he turned around. “I tried stopping by the Dominion, you weren’t there. I thought you might be home.” Quiet relief soothed his nerves, “I’m glad you are.”
He couldn't sleep. When he drew close teeth and claws tore away at a vision of himself, throwing him alert once more. So the mutt wandered into the kitchen since the master chief had left it unattended and he could get a drink without getting his fingers cut off. Gale's home was one of the few sanctuaries Ezra held in Covaire, aside from his cage, and she had reassured him more than once it was perfectly safe. Still, that didn't stop him from periodically checking the locks.
"Isn't it past your bedtime?" Ezra nearly mumbles, feeling the presence of the mistress near him. Tired eyes look over his shoulder to find her just around the corner. He felt like he had to keep an eye on her, make sure she was sane. He owed her that. "The chiefzilla left her post for the night. But I can make you something, if you want."
He had been playing in the shadows, watching the mistress from afar as he slipped along the walls of the chateau. It had felt like so long since he even spoke with her, but breaking distances has never been his speciality. Eventually however, he seems to lose her. Only briefly, for as soon as he turns the corner he nearly collides with her.
