Dystopian Future

Ezra raised an eyebrow at the mans request, or rather pleading. It wasn't strange for the man to think so, it wasn't a well hidden secret what humans like to do to werewolves, as he come to understand that was what the man was. Not that it was excluded to their race, they liked to use and kill them in different ways, he knew that all to well. For a second the memories from his time, imprisoned washed over him, parts of his body could still tell, especially the eyes. Both the spirits felt the change in his behavior and Jax walked up next to him, and he stroke the wolf, in some attempt to seek comfort. Rivik didn't move but he looked at him, and despite not seeing it, he understood that it was a comforting look, or as well as a fox could show comfort.

Ezra collected himself before the memories took over, making him forget about the situation, a potentially dangerous situation.
"Why on earth would I like to sell you?" he finally answered, almost as he was disappointed at the man for believing so. It was true that he had almost no morals, caring about very little things, but selling another supernatural, well that was a line he wouldn't cross, at least not to humans. He wasn't so sure if he would refuse if it came to another supernatural asking for it. He had made sold things used to capture supernaturals, only to other supernaturals of course, but he had still done it. But it wasn't something the man needed to know.

As the man started to turn, something that looked awfully painful, and he was pleased he wasn't one of them, he continued drinking his tea. He was probably more relaxed than he should be consider the situation and the rumours surrounding the other race, but he wasn't scared. Maybe he was to fucked up after everything to longer fear death, or maybe he was certain enough that his magic combined with the spirits he could summon would protect him. Ezra sat down in his chair, unsure about what to do now, seeing the turned man in front of him, clearly scared but defensive, not surprising.
"Since Jax invited you" he started, placing his hand on Rivik to hinder him from commenting it. "Feel free to stay. If the fog is as close as he said, you can't walk out there. And if it isn't, the humans most likely are, and I prefer not having them down here"
"Be a good host and ask if he needs anything" Jax prompted earning himself a sigh from the Shaman.
"Getting lectured by a wolf" he said more to himself than anyone else. "Do you need anything? Water? Food? A comforting hug?"
Asking the last thing he looked at Jax, just as Rivik laughed. The wolf couldn't hug the turned human, but as he behaved it felt like he wished to do so, comfort the other man. Maybe the wolf could understand how the werewolf felt, at least more than the other two, he know how it was to be a wolf at least. Ezra stopped his own thoughts, seeing how they wasn't interested as he continued drinking his tea, observing the other creature.

Was the other man mocking Zemin, or was he actually trying to help? Nevertheless, the darker wolf could not decide on that part and therefore didn’t back down. He wasn’t brave, nor reckless. However, he didn’t appreciate the creatures in front of him. Or rather, the wolf didn’t know what to make out of the situation - just as before. At least it didn’t seem as if the mysterious guy with the white eyes was going to turn him in, which was somewhat of a relief.
Well, fuck you for that last part, Zemin stated in his own mind. That was how he and the younger brother communicated whilst in their true forms: by simply drilling themselves into the other ones head. It was very convenient at times, as well as extremely annoying. Xue wasn’t the most considerate werewolf in the galaxy, and he had a thing for irritating his older brother. As brothers often do, sadly.
With a low growl, he shook out the dark fur and started cleaning up the mess he’d made. First there were the clothes that laid torn apart in a pile on the floor, then the claw marks and all the dirt he had dragged with him. Now there was only one question standing, how was he ever going to be able to clean this shit up? Paws and four legs weren’t really that favourable when it came to cleaning. They were never any good, to be honest. Only when he had to do business. It sadly came with the job to do some really, really despicable things. Zemin had never appreciated the thought of violence and ultimately murder, but as long as it helped keeping Xue enrolled at the university, he was willing to do whatever it took. And so he did, even though it tore his mental state apart.

I’m sorry. It was never my intention to just barge in like this. You probably don’t even hear me, but well..I don’t care.
The large wolf closed his jaws around the clothes, whereafter he started searching for a trash can. Oh damn, it must have looked very strange with a clean freak werewolf fawning around on the floor. Zemin was the master of masters when it came to keeping everything very neat and spotless. His apartment might not have looked very nice from the outside, but it was surprisingly well maintained on the inside. Of course Xue really enjoyed making everything look like shit when he was alone. Or, he used to enjoy making a mess of everything until the older one had given him a real lecture. Sometimes it was more than necessary to show who the alpha was. And if that meant that the younger brother had to suffer a bit, then so be it.
Eventually Zemin found a garbage can and he didn’t really hesitate before leaving his murdered clothes in it. They couldn’t be saved anyways, so all he could do really was to throw them away. Sad but a stated fact. After that he started whisking his tail across the floor, sweeping away all the dirty as well as he managed. Better than nothing, he established for himself and nodded. Yes, it definitely looked better than before.
Slowly, he then sent a hesitant glance towards the other man and his spirits. What was even this place? Some kind of supernatural shop? It certainly smelled as if that might be correct, and for some reason it made Zemin feel uneasy - probably one of the reasons to why he went straight back to defence mode and started snarling like a rabid animal.
What is this place? You sure you’re not going to sell me to earn some dough? I’m worth more than you can ever imagine you weird ass..ass.

Ezra founded it amusing seeing how the wolf tried cleaning up after him, something that was far from necessary. He wasn't to keen on having the other one there, but he wouldn't force him to clean, but Rivik felt pleased.
"Maybe you should learn from him Rivik, cleaning yourself for once"
"Oh fuck off, I would never use my beautiful tail like that" the fox bited back.
"Guess you wouldn't, or it's just an excuse for being lazy" Rivik didn't answer him, most likely feeling to proud to do so, not that it bothered Ezra. However he must admit that the werewolf did a good job cleaning, as well as he could during the situation, and it may not be the smartest thing but Ezra decided to help him a bit, turning his hand, making the place clean itself, or the things the wolf hadn't been able to do.
"Better" Rivik felt relieved.
"Don't be rude, he did a good job" Ezra admitted before he returned towards his cup, drinking slowly, ignoring the wolf for awhile.

"He is a bit rude isn't he?" Rivik asked.
"Seems that way, but that isn't a big change from anyone else in the city"
"The kids was at least polite"
"Oh you are right, they were, annoying bastards" Ezra smiled towards the fox, who did his own version of a smile before it's eyes turned towards the wolf.
"What mak you think I am interested in selling you? Does it look like I need the money" his voice was cold. "I make more money than I can use, without needing to sell your tragic ass"
Rivik laughed and while Jax seemed disappointed, none of them earning a response from Ezra.
"But hearing you say that you are worth more than I can imagine, are you trying to get yourself sold?" it was utterly stupid to inform someone of that, if you didn't wish to be sold, or bragged. If Ezra didn't know the value of a werewolf already, and was in a desperate need for money, he may have tried to sell the man. "And this is my office, or was, seems like I need to find a new one. That is all you need to know"
Ezra wasn't willing to reveal to much to a stranger. He hadn't chosen to make a name for himself in the underworld, while stay hidden, only to reveal it to a stranger.

Once again, Zemin feel deeply ashamed of himself and therefore he quickly turned away. Why did that spirit even bring him there if it was so extremely inconvenient for the man. It made absolutely no sense to the wolf whom had made himself comfortable of the spot where the floor had just cleaned itself.
I don’t know, I just know I would probably sell myself if I also received the money for it. Life isn’t as fucking easy as you may think. It’s not only about me and my rotten future. Zemin observed the front of his paws, clutching the claws as if he still had hands. That’s actually what he was wishing for - being a normal human being. If it hadn’t been for all the werewolf crap, his parents would still have been alive and the brothers could have had a relatively normal life. But nope, the snooping eyes of the humans had shattered that dream to a million pieces and left him all by himself. Discretely the wolf turned his head around, to quietly study the strange man. His eyes were all messed up, completely white. Quite an immense contrast with the raven black hair. Zemin couldn’t resist finding him interesting and scary at the same time, even though he hadn’t done anything bad towards the staring creature on the floor. Yet. That could change at any moment, who knew?

Why do you keep the spirits around? Shouldn’t you send them back to the other realm? The amber eyes were fixed on the man, couldn’t seem to be turned towards another direction even when he tried to. And you haven’t even spoken your name. What are you even? Some sort of magician? Plus, I already know that my ass is tragic as fuck, but at least it looks better than your skinny butt. Zemin snorted loudly and decided to turn around completely, so he didn’t have to twist his poor neck. It still hurt, and it probably would for a while. He’d just have to call in sick to work tomorrow, ask Xue to make the call and blame it on something. Nobody else had to find out about his little mishap. His colleagues would most likely have died of laughter and sent him into one of those uncontrollable rages.

Ezra thought about it, seeing that it wasn't a far stretched thought, thinking more than one creature would do the same if they could. He had never thought about it, maybe because he had already been at the human's mercy, knowing all to well what would happen to him if he returned. It was obvious that the other man know as well, but knowing and have experienced was two different things.
"I am sitting in a hidden basement, and as cosy as it maybe, it's still hidden and you think I see life as easy" he started. No person who had nothing to fear, or lived a normal life would hide as he did most of his time. It was true that he walked the streets, but it wasn't without some fear. "The future is what you make of it. Feeling sorry for yourself won't help you, or others around you"
Ezra knew he came of as cold, but he knew all to well what it lead to. As a kid he had felt sorry for himself. When he lost his eyes he had felt sorry for himself, seeing no future. But it had only lead to more sorrow, a pissy existent until he took back his life, killed the guards and learned to control his powers, at least to some extent. But he was aware that lecturing the other man wouldn't help, and it was far from necessary, but he couldn't hinder himself.

"Do I have something on my face, or do you just like what you see?" he asked when the other mans eyes become fixed up on his eyes. "Or maybe it scares you. Well I am not exactly a beauty anymore, so wouldn't blame you"
Ezra placed the now empty cup on the table before he stood up to make more. Rivik stayed in the chair, keeping an eye on the wolf.
"You wish for some? Or maybe you don't drink tea in that state, or even in your other form"
"I can take some" Rivik spoke and Ezra nodded.
"Jax?"
"No" well no surprise there, Ezra asked only to be polite knowing the wolf would say no, as he filled cauldron over the small fire with water.

I don’t want your stupid tea or any of your advice, Zemin spat out in disgust and pulled himself up. He didn’t want the man to be able to sneak around, coming up with some weird quirk or likewise. That’s why it was very important for the wolf to keep a really close eye upon the other being, never letting him go by sight.
All I wanted was to take a walk to the liquor store to buy some vodka and then the the grocery market. I have an incapable little brother to take care of. By the looks of it, you don’t have anything to care about. So I guess you can’t really relate. Maybe the unspoken words were harsh and mean, but the man had really started to get on Zemins sensitive nerves. He rarely met people that were so cold and scolding, almost judging? For the record he might have been wrong, but he had already gotten a sense that this man was bad news.
What happened to your eyes? You can’t see, can you? The wolf’s head fell to the side as he followed the movements that the nameless man made. The scent of tea was actually not too bad, and rather delightful than disgusting, nor that Zemin started to think about it. Tea was the best beverage of them all, keeping the body warm and cozy. He could have drunk it in his current state if he wanted to, but he didn’t feel secure enough yet to do so. Actually he just wanted to leave and return back home. Xue would probably have to come and get him in the end, put him on a leash and pretend that he was just a really large dog. It actually worked quite well and many people usually walked straight by. Then there was also the simple fact that the younger Wang brother was a lot more careless and brave than the older one, this having no problem with venturing outside no matter what time of the day it was. There was no real concern for his safety either, walking on two legs looking completely normal.

Zemin sprang to his paws and started sniffing about the room, finally looking away from the stranger. It certainly smelled like magic in there - a scent he couldn’t describe for shit. His mother had been born a witch and his father a pure blood werewolf. Perfect combination for breeding insane half-breed wolf puppies. She’d always had some weird potion brewing in the kitchen or prepared some strange spell on the dining table. After some time the scent had started to linger, making the children feel safe and welcome. It basically smelled like home, something that made Zemins heart cry out in pain. He’d never stop missing his past, no matter how pitiful that made him.

"He is really rude" Rivik spatted, almost like an old man talking, and maybe wasn't it to strange, spirits lived forever. Ezra had never bothered asking the age of any of them, but he knew they were old, sometimes talking about distance past, times he couldn't even imagine.
"You aren't much better" Jax told the fox and Ezra sighed, feeling the headache return again as the two of them started.
"Me, what have I done?" Rivik asked.
"As always you can't see the fault of your ways" Ezra ignored them as they continued, being all to used to their ways, even found of it.

"You prefer vodka over tea, I have a bottle here somewhere if you wish for that instead" Ezra had the liquid to a few spells, not drinking, preferring whiskey or wine. As the man continued Ezra couldn't hinder a small laugh, not a amused one.
"Guess you are right, they don't need much care" he said, meaning the spirits. He could take care of them, an illusion the kept up sometime, where he feed them, but it wasn't needed and they both knew it.

At the man's next words he felt silent for awhile, pretending to concentrate on the tea, as it was needed, it was only boiling water, with a few leafs and other ingrediens, not a complex potion. It wasn't like it was a secret, people knew he was blind, but no one knew the reason for it. It wasn't something he could tell the humans asking, not without raising suspicion. The other one was a supernatural tho, and it wouldn't see as strange.
"Humans happened" he finally answered as he filled the cups for him and Rivik. "And I can't see, yet I can. I see you perfectly"
Maybe it was stated as a warning, or advice he didn't know, but he had no desire to let the werewolf think he could walk around as he pleased without being seen.

Ezra returned to the chair and sat down, crossing one leg over the other as he grabbed his cup, and placed the other on on the table for Rivik. The wolf wouldn't be the first one to find his place strange, or fascinating, or however the other one saw it, making their way around his place.
"Just don't touch anything, I like having my things in order, and who knows what may happen" Ezra knew that something most likely wouldn't happen, since he had controlled over his things, and the magic in there, but it was always a risk involving magic, and maybe it would create a reaction, being touched by a werewolf.

Yet again, Zemin couldn't resist the urge of being rude and rolled his eyes - possibly presenting himself as one of the worst visitors that had ever stepped foot inside of the office. But wolves were wolves and naturally they preferred to know their current environment instead of leaving everything up to surprise. Even though the man really hated that fact, he wasn’t in any position to claim he wasn’t a wolf in sheeps clothing. Humans were helpless and weak as long as they didn’t keep a gun in their pocket. How many times had he not been shot for that matter? It was reaching a pretty high number, larger than ten and steadily increasing. Killing a werewolf seemed to be a difficult task, both for humans and other beings. Or rather, killing Wang Zemin was an extremely challenging task. Too bad for everybody that wanted him dead.

Humans? I know the feeling, they got both my parents, he responded after leaving the room in a deep silence for a short while. And I’m not going to touch anything, I just like the scent, ok? Leave me alone you jerk, he continued and felt a snarl creeping up the face. Damn this man really seemed to get to him, didn’t he? Sooner or later one of those small bursts of aggression would probably sneak up right behind Zemin, urging him to tear the stranger apart. But he convinced himself to remain calm and tried to get himself on other thoughts.

Hey, do you think you could get my phone from one of the pockets? The wolf carefully carried the destroyed jacket between his teeth, which he’d returned from the trash can. My brother can probably come and get me, so you don’t have to be bothered by me any longer. I know I’m snappy as fuck, but that’s just because you saw me turn and it’s freaking embarrassing, he thereafter confessed and forced the snarl away. He slowly walked closer to the man, with a weary expression dragging over the amber eyes. Then he placed his front paws on the same chair the other one was sitting on, basically rubbing the torn piece of clothing in his face.
Please?

"It's what they do. For being weak and useless, they have placed themselves on high horses" he stated. He could see that humans most likely started what they did out of fear, generations ago, but now? They thought themselves as better, it was ridicules, and he often wondered what the fuck gave them that right? But he didn't dwell on that thought, instead he saw the wolf walking around, smiling at his comeback. Maybe Ezra was a jerk, but he had been called worse things, and he had no wish to start a debate over the comment. But he was surprised that the man said he liked the smell, it smelled nice, even lovely in his office, but hearing someone comment on it was strange.

However when the wolf grabbed his jacket from the garbage can, he got a bit puzzled, but it soon got an explanation.
"Oh so he knows the word please" Rivik stated sarcastically, to be ignored by Ezra as he searched for the phone.
"You aren't the most pleasant guest, but I have had worse" he stated, which sadly was true. "And why being embarrassed with who you are. Its not like I mined you turning in here as much as I mind you being here"
There was a point where he had hated who he was, but it was because of the humans and how they treated him, but he had never been ashamed of it. But maybe it was different for different races. Ezra found the phone, opening it and Rivik looked at it.
"Which one is the brother?" he asked seeing different names.
"How should I know" Rivik stated.
"I wasn't asking you" Ezra gave the fox a look, only to be stared at from the wolf, resulting in staring in himself, much to the fox amusement, and for a second he thought of borrowing Jax's eyes instead but stayed with the fox as he waited for a name.

Of course he knew the word please. Not only because of his frequent use of it, but also because many people ended up pleading and crying, repeating the word over and over again when he was about to take their lives. At first it had been a burden and the nightmares had been awful. After a while, however, he’d gotten more than used to it - used to the killing and slashing and tearing of flesh. He didn’t enjoy it, but sometimes it was what he had to do to bring food to the table. As he had stated many times before - he did whatever it took to keep his looser brother enrolled. That wouldn’t change as long as the younger brother hadn’t graduated with a masters degree.

Zemin stared into the strangers eyes, not letting them go even once as he began sniffing around in the mans face. Fuck, why did he always end up acting like some kind of dog? Scents couldn’t be that interesting, right? Yes, yes they definitely could.
I think I named him useless nerd in my contacts, Zemin answered and continued to move closer towards the other. He was basically well on his way up the chair, way too close to the mans face. But knowing this, he still kept creeping closer and closer. Not in a threatening way. No instead he was rather curious and just plain nosy.
Actually I’m not embarrassed because of who I am, but rather because of what I am. You know, many people consider my kind to be filthy and disgusting. Don’t you share their opinion, stranger? The Wolf once again looked straight into the white eyes, trying his hardest to accept them. They were after all just eyes, non seeing eyes. And now that he had a closer look, Zemin had to admit that the strange mans face wasn’t all too bad. Sure, the eyes still made him shiver, but the rest was pretty okay. Of course this was something he would never bring himself to admit. Ever. Furthermore it didn’t even matter, as he’d never see him or his office ever again. It was all just bad timing and that was essentially it, nothing more, nor less. The only thing that actually mattered was getting back home and never thinking back on this awkward, somewhat frightening, experience.