#galadriellecumberbatch

@from-beneath-it-devours

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.

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 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.

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 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.

She's been waiting for him.

"You uh.... look well."