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rolls over with a rose in my mouth, gets a cramp and falls on my face hey baby girl will you take me back?

So I know I was really shit before when we were plotting with being really slow and inactive. However, a lot of thinks have changed IRL and online, so I'm hoping to be way more consistent. Basically I was hoping to move Zeke to The Westeros anyways, because Blizzardclan is too fast for my muse right now. Basically I was thinking of having him be gone for awhile and then showing up on the Westeros territory dehydrated, exhausted, and injured. She can be pissed for him fading out when they finally confessed to each other. But I'm hoping that he'll stay in the Westeros after healing. I totally understand if ya say no because I was super shitty and also you're prolly looking for a new character, but hey what's up I'm open and he'll be in the Westeros if ya wanna do a non romantic plot anyways!

Ezekiel had left Blizzardclan for freedom, for quiet, and for a more neutral choice on whether to off himself. Without anyone caring about him, depending on him, it was easier to think about whether he truly wanted to end things. Then, of he did decide it was best to off himself, nobody would run in and save his life. Because nobody would be there, obviously. Then of course he got lonely. He missed the easy access to booze and cigarettes, the attention thrown his way every once in awhile. Unfortunately he found that he wanted to live, actually. If death felt like the boredom and loneliness that he felt wandering around alone then it didn't seem all that swell. One moment he wanted one thing, the next he was fighting tooth and claw to have the other.

But, as this was very normal for Ezekiel, things didn't go his way. You see, Zeke had a curse put upon him pong ago. It made it so every time he woke up, from a nap or a full nights sleep it didn't matter, he developed new injuries while the old vanished without a trace. So, the moment he discovered he wanted to live it became evident that not only would his numerous wounds, but also his two fucked up back legs, wouldn't allow him to hunt. No food, no water, the weather was getting cold. Things were stacking up so that Zeke died. Killing Zeke wasn't easy though. He couldn't even kill himself.

So, amazingly, Zeke lived long enough to drag himself on to Westeros territory. Dehydrated, starving, dirty, just obviously not having a incredibly good time. He knew a woman named Jaelynn who lived in the Westeros. In fact, he had loved that woman, things just didn't work out. Not that that was why he was on the territory, really he just got lucky. Oh yeah, he was real lucky.

// this sucks I'm so sorry

JAELYNN SWAROVSKI

"Jae?" Ezekiel said, raising his head slightly as her bitter words came forward. A small, weak smile stretched. God, he had missed her. Her funny way of speaking, her soft fur, the way she eyed his more street-ish behavior. Resting on his haunches he turned his gaze to where the voice had come from. Stomach cramps, constant shivers, and a buzzing headache kept him as still as possible. Yet he still felt the need to find where Jaelynn was. Damnit, if he could only see her the mutt would have ran to her, if his body would allow him that. He didn't care if she hated him, that she had called him an asshole, because he deserved it. He deserved worse for letting her think she didn't deserve love. Yet without any doubt in his mind Ezekiel just wanted to hug her. Feel her warmth.

So why had he left her without a word? Because of a reason so useless, so idiotic that even he had to laugh at himself. He had been scared. That was it, he had been scared. Before Jaelynn he had had two loves. A man who hurt him and hurt him and hurt him while somehow keeping Ezekiel close. Then Imperia. Swift and naive, that was what his love for her had been. She had no interest in him, but in a man who was confident and charming. Who wasn't afraid of his own feelings. And in the end Imperia had left in the same vein as his first love. Silently, no warning, no explanation. Gone without him on their minds, because he had no value to them. Somehow he had done the same to Jaelynn. Except she had meant something to him, and he thought of her when his mind was sober enough. Which was admittedly rare.

Ezekiel lowered his gaze as Jaelynn came closer, his vision blurring for a moment, before looking back up. "Jaelynn," he said quietly, gaze softening. For a moment he was silent, taking in her chilling beauty. "I..." For once he couldn't find anything to say. Jaw setting in place he finally spoke. "I'm so sorry," his tongue swept across his dry lips. "but I need help." It wasn't poetic, or romantic, or even smart, but it was certainly true.

Ezekiel had been out only so he wouldn't be tempted to drink. While he hadn't even touched a bottle of alcohol for a couple weeks he still craved it. Along with this he had difficulty digesting things after starving for awhile, and he'd heard moving around helped with that. He paused for a moment when he saw Jaelynn, not really sure what to do. On one hand he loved Jaelynn and would do anything for her, on the other hand he has abandoned her after she confessed her feelings toward him. Of course he hadn't meant to hurt her, but he was scared of love and anything to do with it. Mainly hurting the person he loved. So, it was kinda awkward to see her. He believed that she had to hate him after he made such a douchebag move, yet he ask wanted to apologize.

Deciding that he had to face her eventually Ezekiel approached. Alright, everything was going smoothly. "Hey," he said nonchalantly, sitting back on his haunches. The garden reminded him of when he was an alcoholic which did not help his confidence. "I... I, uh, could I help?"