and at once i knew i was not magnificent
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For Rebekah Rosen, set outside of the Cour des Miracles pack territory (Ethereal Eclipse). Let’s just say they got lucky Simba and Nala style and ran into each other? Let the reunion commence Big Grin Set at night. Ezra is in secui form, which means Rebekah has never seen him like that! (since he wasn’t always a werewolf and could shift, he’s a lot bigger now)

Ezra’s anxiety had reached a fever pitch. He was panicking, Ever’s condition had worsened and the male had no idea how to deal with his current home life. So, as always, the hybrid went for a run. His mind was trying to sort out his mate’s issues. It all made his head hurt. He didn’t want to deal with it. So he didn’t. Instead he focused on the dewey ground beneath his paws.

Ezra flew out of the territory as fast as he could, mammoth frame leaping over fallen trees and climbing up hills. Soon enough his pack territory was behind him, the scent of the pack decreasing the farther he ran. His mind was blank soon enough, and all the Lord focused on was his throat, painful and scratchy from running, and his racing heart beating like a drum.

After his sprint, the male sighed and came to a halt, idly wondering what Barry was up to these days. They had hung out around this area that one time and he was very much looking forward to seeing the mocha loner again one day. Ezra would find him, soon enough. Maybe the wolf would come over and stay with him in his beach bungalow. Ezra pushed the idea of his friend out of his mind momentarily as he sat on the wet ground, massive haunches finally resting. What to do now? Going home didn’t seem like an option, so he just kept on walking further into the forest.

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#2
Although she was unwilling to admit it, Rebekah was scared. She was alone in the forest, as she had been for the past few days, and as each day passed her fear grew greater and her hunger grew stronger. She knew she was close, though, so she soldiered on.
Rebekah’s home had always carried a distinct scent; the smell could not be described, but it provided her with a sense of comforting familiarity. When she picked up the tiniest hint of that smell far off in the distant woods, she knew that she had to be close. She knew that Ezra had to be near.
The excitement that flared in her stomach helped to mask the brutal pain that came with the death of Mordechai, one of her closest cousins and one of Ezra’s best friends. This was why she was searching so hard; Ezra needed to know.
As the smell of home became stronger, the thoughts of Mordechai were pushed to the back of Rebekah’s mind. She headed west, toward the scent, hoping and praying that Ezra had been around recently. When the scent became overbearing, she stopped and searched the area. The dark woods seemingly held no other life, but her ears told her otherwise. A slight rustle in the bushes caught her attention; she stood her ground, wishing that Ezra would emerge.
She didn’t recognize the body of the wolf that appeared out of the bushes, and at first she was taken aback. She took a closer look and realized that he was staring at her; his eyes were familiar. His scent was home. His body was new but Rebekah knew without a doubt that this was her brother. This was Ezra.
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Whee!!

Ezra saw a ghost, he was sure of that.

The ghost of his past and the ghost taking the form of his sister emerged from the woods. She looked just like she always did, brilliantly white with that cute little pink nose that was unique to her. No other Rosen had it. She was always so damn lucky because it was Rebekah that Gabriel and Ariela favored. Ezra was the family protector, of course, but she was the chosen one. Rebekah was the one who was going to lead them wherever the wind took them. Rebekah was first born, and therefore most loved.

The grip of fear shook his entire body as he tried to figure out what to do. They were staring at each other, neither of them reacting to the sudden presence of their sibling. This… wasn’t supposed to happen. Ezra was supposed to be the only one who left, the only one who abandoned the Rosens in search of something greater. He was the only traitor, not Rebekah. She was never supposed to leave.

Ezra charged, duo-toned eyes intent on taking her down. If she wasn’t Rebekah, he knew the creature would flee…. But without a doubt he knew he was staring at his beloved sister. The secui ran, a half-grin half-surprised look on his face. “Is it really you?” the Lord shouted as he ran, eyes wild with revelation. He was finally near here now, and her scent was as it always was. Now grinning, the hybrid gave her the warmest nuzzle he could possibly muster before tackling her completely. It was like no time had passed.


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The air around Rebekah was thick with bittersweet emotions; the happiness of the reunion with her brother was plagued by the unhappy news that had brought her so far from home. Ezra’s eyes shone with brilliant excitement, and it crushed Rebekah to know how much the pain of her news would kill him. So she feigned happiness. She leaned into him and tried to hide the sadness that had undoubtedly seeped into her light eyes.
“It’s me,” she said softly, pulling away from the nuzzle. She stared at her brother for a few moments. He was bigger than she remembered, yes, but the largest difference wasn’t in his stature. He looked older, worn out, sad. The glint in his eyes showed her that he was happy now, but hiding behind that glint was something more. Rebekah could see the toll that Ezra’s years away from home had taken.
She cringed when she saw his scares; evident remnants of deep wounds. They tore through his silky black coat and criss-crossed along his body. He didn’t say anything as she circled him, taking in every inch of the new body that how housed her older brother. He was so different from when she had seen him last, and yet he was just the same.
He looked at her questioningly, and immediately Rebekah knew that Ezra could see her pain. She hesitated, looked up and stared into the eyes of her older brother. She took a deep breath.
“Ezra,” she said, “Mordechai is dead.”
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Feel free to make Mordechai’s death as melodramatic as possible Tongue

The joy in his heart that came with the reunion of his beloved sister was gone in an instant. Her words shot at him like a bullet in the throat. He stared at her, eyes wide with… bewilderment? Sadness? The man wasn’t in control of his emotions. Whatever happy feelings the man had previously leaked out of him in a violent fury that shook him to his core. The man snarled, even though he instantly regretted it. This was his beloved sister, the only blood of his that he had seen in years, and he was already messing everything up. Typical Ezra.

“No,” was all the wolfdog said, staring at his sister, pleading with his oddly colored eyes for her to say that it wasn’t true. His best friend growing up was gone? The only one in his life that understood what being the first born son meant? Mordechai was always there to listen to him, the only one who let him vent when the pressures of family and pack were too great for him to manage sometimes. Mordechai was gone, and Ezra wasn’t there for him like he had promised.

“I’d told him I’d come back…” His sentence trailed off as he looked away from his sister.” And now he’s gone…” the wolf stared at his sister with an immense sadness that only she would understand. “What happened? Is that why you came for me?” But honestly the Lord didn’t even want to know. How his best friend died didn’t even matter.

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