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“What have we here,” Ezra murmurs not yet looking up from the worn book perched on his cot, he found it in the courtyard the day before, it’s pages begging to be released from the spine, every edge torn. “A visitor?” finally he tears his orbs from the pages and directs them towards the person near his cell.

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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.”

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.

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.

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.

She's been waiting for him.

"You uh.... look well."

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Ezra kept quiet as he walked down the hall, a few useful things stuffed down his pants. Stolen was a harsh word to use. He preferred unburdened. The mistress he had taken them from didn't need them, she lived in a big enough house to probably not even notice they'd been taken. He felt someone's eyes on him, but let it go. 

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