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Ezra Rosen · 11-19-2010, 04:18 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic violence, and/or extremely offensive material starting with the 5th post. Reader discretion is advised.

for Ouija! set 11/17

And so it happened. Vigilante gave them permission – it had all happened so quickly, Ezra couldn’t believe he had someone to call his own now. Her body was the more alluring and incredible find of his life. She was perfect, almost too good for him. She was nothing but kind and understanding, and he got lost in those cool, colorless irises every time he plunged into them. He had a purpose now, and upstanding responsibility. He made a choice and had to live with it for the rest of his life. His heart raced at the mere thought of his new-found cage; she would be the reason he could never flee again. The thought sent his skin on fire in a primal, frightened rage.

Ever didn’t even know how much she affected him. She was totally oblivious. Ezra was scared of her. She wielded so much power over him, and it was only the beginning. Perhaps that would change one day, but her ability to shift at will and her association with another culture that Ezra had never been exposed to made him feel worthless. There was such a clear divide between them; how the hell did they even work in the first place? She was another species entirely. Ever Mayawyn would never understand his life, and he could never step foot into the world of the luperci.

His mind was burning. The early November morning set him on edge – this was a perfect day to run. He could flee, and never come back, and go back to where he belonged. His ebony paws took him far enough as the Dirty Mudbloods and Squibs border before he stopped. He stopped at the summit of a steep hill, overlooking the rest of the adjacent land. A chilly wind slapped his face and ruffled his long, bi-colored coat. This was stupid. This was where he needed to be. Ever depended on him now, even if the Rosen boy didn’t believe it. The morning sun was harsh, and stung the Chevalier’s eyes. While he was squinting, a beast appeared in the distance. It was white colored, and didn’t seem too threatening. Could he greet newcomers? The mutt shrugged, and trotted down the hill, howling a quick hello to let the outsider know he was approaching. “Can I help you?” The boy asked quite a distance away, a little unsure of both himself and the stranger.

Ouija D'Angelo · 11-26-2010, 01:39 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; 513 words

Ouija was wandering just as he always did. He had a place to call home but he never tied himself strictly to that place. There was much more to life than to be restrained by borders. Even when in the cult he would go out on different excursions if there was nothing that he had to attend to. But he always came back. He always returned. He was loyal after all. He just couldn't stay in a single place all of the time. It would just drive him mad and well, madness ran in both lines that made up his mother. The same could be said for his father as well, not that he knew who the guy was. It was someone in the cult and that was all he knew. He had never thought to try and find out either. He was fine with looking up to the tribunal as his paternal figure. But that chapter of his life had been closed off. Where he was born no longer existed.

As was usual he was walking around in his bipedal form. It was simply easiest in this form to carry about his satchel with him. Not only did it carry the things that he liked to keep with him, such as his dolls, but also it was large enough to place in new things that he acquired so that he could cart it back to his dungeon. After all he collected things that could be used for a later purpose. He made treasures out of other's trash. There wasn't anything that he wasted. What was the point of that? If he could find a use for it then there was no reason to get rid of it.

He was lost in his thoughts that he hardly notice that he had come upon another pack. At least not until a voice called out to him. The words were lost on his as he saw where the voice came from. His first thought was the he had to have it. It was too late for him to discreetly shift. All he could was just finish his approach and kneel down next to the other canine. He reached out to try and pet the other. "I could help you. I can help you escape the confines of this body." He whispered out the words in a tone that was meant for seduction. He couldn't help himself when he saw another in a lupus form. He just had to alter that. He had to pass on his gift. He would take any means that he had to. Finding a lupus caused him to have a lapse in sanity. Not that all the things he did seemed sane anyways. But it was the one time when no didn't mean a thing for him. Usually he was good and respectful enough. But there was something so alluring about a lupus form that he just couldn't leave well enough alone. Just like how he bent his head down to try and lick at the other, desiring to taste him.

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Ezra Rosen · 11-28-2010, 12:32 PM

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your avatar may be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Smile

Ezra never really enjoyed patrolling the borders. He never felt like he was allowed to, regardless of the fact that he was indeed a pack member and someone who was supposed to look out for the greater good of the Court. When this fellow came along, Ezra had no idea what to do. His mind was spinning at the thought of doing what Marika did to him –grill him until he was seen fit to join, and be accepted by Vigilante. Ezra was definitely not ready for that yet.

Ezra quickly realized that this outsider was not to be trusted. He was an immense, hulking figure that towered over the mutt. The boy instantly felt threatened by the other white beast with the craziest fur he had ever seen. It was clearly fake, but infuriated him regardless. Any werewolf was an enemy to the Rosen boy. He was never going to understand that group of wolves. They lost the essence of who they are, and when the werewolf whispered to Ezra, his blood ran cold. “Who the fuck are you? How dare you! Get the hell of my land,” Ezra snarled, furious and embarrassed.

Now that he had Ever to take care of, though, this stranger was right. He would never admit it, but his body was the reason there was always underlying tension between them. He was a wolf through and through, and would never admit to caring about werewolves. They had hurt him in the past and hung him out to dry. He was jaded against the creatures, despite loving Ever.

The stranger bent down in his terrifying form and motioned to touch Ezra. The boy saw red – there was no turning back now, his prejudices got the best of him. Sparkling white teeth bit into the others hand. It wasn’t meant to maim, it was just hisnatural reaction.

Ouija D'Angelo · 12-02-2010, 02:17 PM

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Ouija wasn't one to normally fight. It just wasn't his forte. He certainly had size and all on his side but he didn't typically use it. But where he came from they tended to generally get along with each other. He didn't really have much of an occasion to actually fight. But why fight when love could be found? His size was used for just that. It was one of the reasons that he was wanted. That and his ability to get into character and be the desired lover. So while he wasn't much of a fighter he did know roughness. He knew how to be the dominating force. But he would never really think to maim someone and cause permanent injury. Not unless it was specifically asked for. So when he saw a lupus form he thought to take it in an amorous way. He simply had to have them for himself. He had to be the one to pass on the gift. To pass on this blessing that he had been bestowed with. And that is exactly what was on his mind as he saw Ezra.

Despite his size Ouija was typically harmless. He couldn't help his height, not that anyone could. None could make themselves taller or shorter at will. He was large because of genetics. And really, he hadn't wanted to harm Ezra but only to love him. At least until he was bitten. Now that was really uncalled for. A growl rose up in his throat as he glared down at the one that had thought to bite him. His free hand reached out to try and drag claws against the other male's shoulder, hoping to distract him so that he could get his other hand free. "So you want to play rough?" The words were growled out. "I can play rough."

A wicked grin twisted upon his face. He had played this role before. In his mind it was still only a game. He related the bloodshed to foreplay. After all the other hadn't said no but had only bitten. He could fight for dominance if it came down to it. "You are going to thank me for this after it is over." The words were whispered out with a chuckle. He was going to make sure that the male gained a new form by the time that this was done. That was the single thought that was really on his mind. There was something about a lupus form that made him forget all moral values. They were his vice. Just as that molester down the street could be the nicest person that you know but tempt their with their vice then who could tell what they will do. This form that the other had was his vice. He couldn't help himself. He just had to have it. He wouldn't be satisfied until he got it. It was like a junkie needing their fix. They couldn't calm down until they had it. Once he got his fix of the other he would be fine again.

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Ezra Rosen · 12-05-2010, 02:40 PM

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short post sorry. >_<

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” Ezra spat out, furious that the other male was stepping on his own territory and messing with his head. He was teasing him, taunting him, just because he was a non-werewolf. “I don’t care about you werewolves. You all are trying to be human and forgetting your roots. It’s pathetic,” he snarled at the oddly colored stranger. He didn’t have to put up with this shit. This was his home, his so who the fuck was this person to attack him on his own land. This shouldn’t be happening.

“I’m going to give you one last chance, get the fuck out of my land” Ezra growled, the mutt standing as tall as he could. But he was no match for the werewolf in front of him. Ezra had no chance in hell to kick this stranger out. He was trapped. There was nowhere he could go, no one he could call for help. But when the intruder whispered "You are going to thank me for this after it is over.” Ezra saw red. There was no turning back now. Ezra let out a snarl as vicious as he could make it, and lunged after the other’s thigh. He was too small to go for anything else.

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