Dystopian Future

Jax wagged his tail, not being offended by the younger ones behaviour.
"I am normally alone. Or not alone since there are more spirit, but I am the only wolf spirit around here" Jax stated as he sniffed the wolf back. And Ezra couldn't hinder a smile, seeing how nappy the wolf got. Being around him and Rivik wasn't always the easiest. Him and Rivik got alone so well that it was hard being the third part. Ezra pretended to concentrate on the tea while the brother talked, feeling there was no need for him to join in, but he was surprised that Rivik stayed out of it.

Ezra heard the younger one ran off, and he fast disappeared, sometimes he forgot how fast wolf were, since he rarely moved that fast himself. It felt like a ridiculous thing, but he couldn't really run anymore, even with Riviks eyes. It was a struggle, being able to see everything if it went to fast, and he becomes dizzy, not being his eyes. So everything beside walking seemed fast. Ezra heard and felt how Seminar come closer, not seeing him.
"As you wish" he struggled to find the bowl for a few seconds before he poured the tea into the bowl and carefully placed it on the floor to cool of, as he took his own cup and shipped on it. Feeling stronger already, getting energy from the tea.

At Zemins question he felt silent, thinking.
"Don't know, not right now at least" he needed more information on the vampire to make a plan. "Anything you can tell me about him?"
Ezra smiled down into his cup.
"I am always careful Zemins, can't do what I do without being. And I have the spirits, they help a lot"
"Of course we do" Rivik said with affection.
"And the shop...well maybe I need to think about it, don't know" was all he answered.

While Zemin waited for Xue to come back down the stairs, he took a whiff at the tea. It smelled nice, but for the time being it was way too hot. His tongue wasn’t used to hot liquids and he had no wish as to burn it. That would just end up making his day a tiny bit worse and who knew, maybe that’d end up pushing him over the edge once more? He didn’t have any energy left for that, so it was better not to take a wild shot.
To be honest, I don’t know that much about him. He’s the simply the big boss and owns tons of property and many other fortunes. He lives in the tall building on the south side of town, you know in that exclusive area. And the complex..it’s filled with guards of all sorts and the dude himself is ridiculously strong, Zemin poured out before falling silent.
It was all very hard to explain and he couldn’t do much better to clarify his explanation. The most striking thing about the vampire was his gracefulness and beauty, but that could hardly be of any interest for Ezra.

“Ah, are you talking about that vampire? The one that threatened to throw me to the pits?” Xue asked, as he came back downstairs from the attic. “It’s really nice up there, by the way! Maybe we can start fixing it tomorrow? Do you wanna help, Ezra? We could probably make it a real fun activity”, he continued with glittering eyes.
Shut up, we’re trying to have a conversation, Zemin growled and made himself even more comfortable on the floor, staring at Xue the whole time.
“Hm, well that’s a bit hard to believe, since I can’t see your lips moving”, the younger one said and grinned, only to be met by another, irritated growl.
Stop it! Or I’ll bite you again and this time I won’t be nice, the wolf sneered and tried a mouthful of the warm tea to get on other thoughts.
“Can I at least have some of that tea? It looks totally delicious.”

Ezra knew of the area, even if he never walked there. He knew people would look at him more than they did where he lived, and if people started studying him, they would realise something was wrong, and he would most likely be arrested. But he wasn't surprised the vampire lived there. Most of them fitted in perfect with humans, and even if they didn't, well they were stronger than most, and could kill almost anyone opposing them. Sometimes he wondered why they hadn't taken over, but maybe they were happy where they were, being safe, and they needed blood from other creatures, if they took over many would die, and other would end their lives. Ezra couldn't be sure how vampire thought, but from his perspective it made somewhat sense.
"Well few races live as long as vampires does, and get as strong. The elf may be close to their level, but they left decades ago"
"They were the smart ones!" Rivik commented.
"Well if you can live for hundred of years, start building new cities and whatever you felt like, it's easy to leave. And they have always cared more about themselves, seeing themselves as better than anyone else, so yeah" he had never met an elf, doubted he ever would, but he actually thought they were cowered, leaving all the problems to everyone else.

Ezra heard Xue enter the room, and he wondered how much the other one knew about the situation, but he didn't ask.
"Well glad you like it as well"
"Pfft, he has bad taste as well, nice. Pfft" Rivik commented and Ezra smiled, knowing the fox would complain even if he lived in a fucking palace.
"You want me to help?" he asked doubtfully "I may have many skills but fixing rooms aren't one of them"
"He's right. Everything goes in a awful grey coulour, and the painting he hangs on the wall. It's like he is mocking me, driving me mad because he doesn't has to look at it"
"Maybe that's what I am doing" he teased before he turned towards the pot and poured a cup to the younger brother, handed it over before he returned to his own.
"Be careful tho, it gives you, or me at least extra energy, magic related stuff. So you may fel different, depending if you are susceptible to it or not. But it isn't anything dangerous" feeling like he should warn the brothers, at least the one in human form, knowing normal humans had a hard time reacting to all the energy.

”It’s cool man”, Xue answered and took a careful sip of the tea. “I’m all for extra energy anyways, so it’s not even a problem”, he continued with a laugh and continued sipping on the liquid.
If anyone’s interested, I don’t feel any different, Zemin mumbled and looked slightly disappointed. Tastes good though, but I doubt that’s why you even drink it in the first place. He gulped up the last that was left of the tea, before standing up and moving through the room. Somethings really differed between the shamans and werewolves, or so it seemed. While slowly making his way across the old floors, the wolf had to sniff at literally everything, even though most of it just smelled like alcohol. But there were some distant, well hidden scents in there as well. Zemin had close to no trouble pin pointing them out.

“So what have you found so far? The scent of a goblin? Siren? Magician?” Xue asked and rolled his eyes, something that happened fairly often when the brothers were in the same room.
Siren? Actually, yes, the older brother had to admit. Of course he didn’t enjoy doing so, but it was undoubtedly the truth. There’s actually been some vampires here as well and tons of other beings.. He fell quiet, trying to concentrate on all the different smells. Luckily enough, they all seemed to be pretty different, which made it a whole lot easier. Zemin was known in the association for being the absolute best tracker, no wonder why really. Probably because he could differ between old scents and catch them easily. His sensitive nose had led him to many job opportunities, and he had to thank some of those for keeping Xue enrolled. Without them, he’d never had earned as much as he’d actually done. It wasn’t a sum that would in any way make them rich, but just as he’d stated before, it helped with getting food on the table and nice apparel for the younger brother. He’d become a popular kid in school, and he had to keep that act up just so they wouldn’t start detect anything unusual.

“You’re totally weird sometimes, you know that right?” Xue asked and placed the teacup on the bar, walking up to the wolf. Thereafter he kept creeping closer and eventually pounced on Zemin, who was instantly tackled to the ground.
What the actual fuck? The older one growled as he tried to wiggle out of the younger mans grip.
“I’m playing, can’t you see?” Xue asked and started biting at one of the fluffy ears.
I hate you sometimes..Ezra, please throw him out? Or maybe not on the streets, but we could lock him up in the tower..what do you say? I’m definietly on board!

"I can imagine you are" was the only thing he answered. What the brother went through with the transformation seemed to need a lot of energy. Ezra wasn't sure of they could use up all the energy in the same way he could, but his energy wasn't like normal energy, being enrolled with his magic. So if he used it all he would faint in best case, in worse case die, something he thankfully hadn't been close to, not even at a young age. "I may not effect you because of your current state"

Ezra could hear how Zemin moved around, and from the other ones question he understood that he was sniffing out the place. Being able to sense who had been there because of sent, was something Ezra though of as useful. He could sens if someone was around him, but if there was no magic involved, he couldn't tell what kind of person it was.
"It used to be a pub, so of course it has the smell from different things" Rivik pointed out. "What's the big deal anyway"
"He is just angry because he can't do the same" Jax told the others. "His ability to smell is shit, have been since his last master experimented on him"
"Who the fuck asked you to tell them my story?" Rivik growled and Ezra walked over, patting the fox to calm him down.
"That wasn't okay Jax. You don't wish he told people about parts of your past" Ezra schooled the wolf.
"I am sorry" Jax walked over and Ezra patted him as well, knowing the wolf was.
"Mm" was all Rivik asked, but both Ezra and Jax know that he had accepted the apology.

Jax rushed towards the brothers, joyful, and wishing to join them.
"They are morons, and how this two planed on becoming a doctor and lawyer is beyond me" Rivik rested his head on the counter.
"Join us!" Jax tried, and Ezra smiled, the wolf tried but he knew that the fox would never do that.
"No fucking chance! I am not a idiot, or a child" Ezra patted him again as he sipped on his tea once more.
"I am staying out of this" he stated, not wishing to be pulled their craziness "And I am not one for locking up people, to much work"

Eventually, Zemin fought the younger brother off and left him to Jax instead. Xue had no problem whatsoever when it came to biting and playing rough, even while in his human form. It was something that his older sibling had never fully understood and it had happened many times that the youngster attacked him from absolutely nowhere. In many ways, he still was a pup.
Don’t worry Rivik, I can’t seem to bring myself to feel sorry for you. Not yet at least. The spotted wolf shook out the thick fur and continued evaluating the pub, only to come to the conclusion that there were no resent visits from anybody but the people that currently resided there; meaning the two brothers, Ezra and his spirits. Hopefully they wouldn’t get any surprise visits from a certain vampire, nor any of the people that worked for him. There were a ton of them, and Zemin had been one in the large crowd. Sure, he’d been highly regarded and respected, one of the district rulers..but in the end, that changed nothing.

”You know Jax..you’ve got some really nice fur”, Xue said with a voice filled of envy.
Don’t be jealous, your fur is equally as nice, the older brother was quick to say, before he made his way over to Ezra and Rivik. For some stupid reason he couldn’t stop thinking about the fox, about what the white wolf had said before. It sort of haunted him, that both him and his master seemed to have been through a lot of terror and pain. Zemin looked up towards the two, before sitting down on the floor. The amber eyes stared into the surface, trying to think of something to say. In the end, he came up with nothing and was left with an eerie feeling creeping through his skin. Putting the finger on exactly what it was, was almost impossible - however it most likely had to do with the man that sipped on his cup of tea, right above the head of the wolf. Damn, it felt so right, yet still extremely wrong and he had to remind himself that they weren’t his true feelings. For that matter; they were barely feelings at all and more like some weird kind of urge. Being that close to him while being able to smell well, see clearly..feel everything at the same time. It simply rushed over him, making it hard to stay calm and focused.

Zemin shivered and sprung to his legs, immediately aiming for the stairs. The steps flew by as he made his way towards the attic, not looking back. He just needed some space, clean air to breathe and something else to smell. Staying downstairs would just result in something bad happening, which he for sure didn’t want. Not now, not tomorrow, never. After walking around in some wide circles, the wolf plopped down on top of the dirty floor. Fuck, why did he have all of these senses, feelings and shit now? They had all seemed to jump on him at the exact same time, making everything so inexplicably difficult. His natural instincts and needs had finally seemed to kick in, just in time.

"If you ever starts feeling sorry for me, I will bite off your head" Rivik promised the wolf and Ezra smiled, knowing the spirit may just do that. It had taken him years to before Rivik told him his story, and saying he would kill him if he felt sorry for him. Ezra never felt sorry for the fox, he was angry and promised to never do such things, it had never even crossed his mind. He would never hurt any of his spirits, they meant to much to him, and he was grestful for all the help they provided.

"Did you heard? I have nice fur" Jax said proudly.
"What is it to be proud of? That dirty, white old rug" Rivik snorted and Ezra knew that the fox took better care of his fur than Jax, but it didn't mean Jax's wasn't nice.
"You do" Ezra said and he could sense the wolf becoming happier. Ezra may not see it in teh same ways the wolf's did, but they all seemed to have nice furs, at least from a cosy and beautiful colour, perspective. But saying something like that seemed to strange so he kept quiet.

He soon felt how Zemins ended up next to him, and he wondered why? Did he need something? But the wolf kept quiet so it didn't seem to be anything of importance at least. Having someone so close, someone who wasn't the spirits felt strange. He was so unused to it, even being in the same room and talking to someone was strange. This was normally something he tried to avoid, not trusting anyone to be this close, but so far, the brothers hadnlt given him a reason to distrust them. Sure they could be wild beasts, unpredictable, but they had done nothing to harm him. For a second he almost felt fear, fear towards what they may do, but he pushed those feelings aside, knowing they would do him no good. They would either hinder him in trying to socialise in somewhat normal way, or make him incapable of acting if the brothers did something. Instead he finished his tea and he was just about to reach down and pat the wolf next to him, since it seemed to be something he liked, when the wolf dashed off. Ezra was a bit surprised about that, but he started to get used to the brothers strange ways.

"Not even a goodbye" Rivik almost complained.
"You wouldn't want one anyway" Ezra taunted as he wondered if the younger brother would follow the other, just as he heard a small knock, and he understood that the ravens were back. Carefully, without seeing he headed towards the back opening a window.
"Did they get anything good?" Rivik shouted and Ezra took control over Corvos eyes. The birds had gotten hold of some meet, bread, a few vegetables and a bottle of wine.
"I would say they did" he took the bags they were carrying, as he patted them, showing them how pleased he was before he made them return to the spirit world, and he started making his way back to the kitchen to prepare the food.

No, no, no. Zemin shook his head as he laid there on the floor, wishing he’d just disappear. For in that moment, at that exact time - that was precisely what he wanted to do. Just sink through the floor, down the rest of the building until he hit the hardened soil. It was most likely packed extremely tight and acid as well, but he could probably dig right into it if he put his mind to it. Of course, that was the exact thing a savage would do, but in that moment he didn’t care. The last thing he wanted was to force himself on Ezra, because in the end that was what was going to happen eventually. Even though he really didn’t want to. Unfortunately it seemed as if that was just the direction he was heading towards. He’d gotten a hint back at the masters office, when he’d immediately thought of the mans white eyes as he walked across the equally colourless room. And the eyes which he’d found scary and frightening just yesterday, they didn’t seem that horrifying any longer. No, Zemin couldn’t hinder himself from considering them beautiful. Jesus. What was even happening to him? The things he was currently feeling seemed so wrong and just in the way, a total mess in short terms.

“I’m sorry, do you want me to go after him?” Xue wondered after his older brother had disappeared up the stairs. “I can drag him back downstairs if you want, so he can eat with us”, he said and continued to stroke the white wolf. It was very nice and comforting, made him feel calm and at peace with the world. But when the stroking stopped, all of those nice feelings disappeared in a heartbeat. He just couldn’t stop thinking about Zemin and that stupid mating season - that clearly affected his big brother in a disturbing way. Or it wasn’t actually disturbing, just very feral and odd. Luckily enough, the younger one had entered that phase just yet. Sooner or later he’d also do it though, maybe in a couple of years or so.
“Did the ravens bring meat, by the way? Could we save some for my coward brother maybe? I’m guessing he’s currently starving, just as I am”, Xue explained and followed Ezra towards the kitchen. “Is this our future kitchen?” He kept on going, observing the area with twinkling eyes. It was huge, according to the werewolf who’d lived with a tiny kitchen for the last years. He’d almost forgotten how a real kitchen looked like, to be completely honest.

In the brothers lives, there had been a total of two different food preparation areas. The first one had been in the mansion, where the kitchen counters had been white with a surface of black marble. Everything had been spotless and custom made, very fancy and nice looking. Then there was the kitchen in the apartment. Sure, it had been laughably tiny, with one counter, a stove and a freezer - fridge. They hadn’t even been able to cook most things, such as large pots with meat, neither had they been able to bake anything. But it had been their, and that was enough to leave a pretty good memory of it.
This however, this kitchen was huge and even though it was old and run down, he liked it a lot. They could definitely store many chickens and such in the fridge, which was nice to say the least.

"If you wish for it, and if he wish for it. I have no intention to force him to eat with me. And if you wish for it, I can leave and you can eat on your own" Ezra didn't even know why he actually stayed. He didn't really had a reason.
"Can we leave?" Rivik sounded hopeful.
"If they wish for it" Ezra answered him as he placed the things on the counter.
"The frying pan is to your left" Rivik informed him and Ezra soon found it and gave the fox a nod as thanks.
"The brought meet. Do you wish for me to leave it raw?" He didn't know what the wolf preferred. Raw seemed most logical, him being in beast form, but maybe they enjoyed cooked food in that state as well.
"It's your future kitchen, feel free to use it as you please, just don't burn down the place" he took a knife I'm hand and started cutting the vegetables with a used hand.
"The bowls are in front of you, up two shelf's" Rivik once again informs him and Ezra nodded.
"Thank you"
"What would you do without me?" Rivik teased.
"Use Jax's eyes"
"That would be a disaster"
"Hey" Jax protested earning a smirk from Rivik and a smile from Ezra, as he started the stove.
"I would say 7 is a good temperature, since it has 12"
"7 sounds reasonable" Ezra counted the turns he made before he started cutting the meat, waiting for the pan to heat up. He seasoned the meet and vegetables before starting to frying them.

"You have played and shit to your left, three steps away and down"
Ezra took the steps without hesitation, trusting the fox and he soon found what he sought, and placed everything on the counter above him.
"The former owner had a horrible taste" Rivik looked at the pale pink plate and plastic cups.
"Can't do much about that now" Ezra stroke the fox smiling over how he cared about interior. Their apartment was styled more to to please the fox than himself, not that he minded since it looked good. "Can I now work your eyes?"
"As you even need to ask" Rivik almost giggled as Ezra took control over his eyes and started setting the table for them all, including Jax and Rivik. "And I am forced to eat on one of this. Your food better make up for it"
"May destroy it just because you ask so nicely" he smirked returning to the kitchen. Both he and Rivik knew he could make food that was above average, yet the fox almost complained daily. Ezra started cutting the bread, this time using Riviks eyes to finish up the last things, before placing it on the table, as he did Jax ran up stairs to announce that the food was ready.
"He is to kind, he wants to share food that he didn't make, with people who don't deserve it" Rivik placed himself on a chair and Ezra chose not to answer him as he opened the wine and poured it into the plastic cups. "And that's a joke! You don't drink wine in plastic cups"
"Want to drink out of the bottle?" Rivik only snorted and Ezra smirked as he started sipping on the wine.

The wolf with the dark fur rolled around across the floor, whisking up all the dust that resided on the crooked surface. He seemed to be completely lost in his own mind and didn’t even notice when Jax came bolting through the open door, telling him it was time for dinner. Was it really that late? Zemin rolled himself up into a tight ball and shook his head, starring at the other wolf with weary eyes. But it didn’t seem like the spirit was close to giving up just yet, and eventually he managed to drag the werewolf down the stairs. As each step passed by, the captured one looked more and more scared. The amber eyes were wide and uneasy, the tail dragged across the steps and soon enough small whimpering sounds were heard. It was a totally bad idea to eat with the others when he was in that state. He’d most likely not even be able to eat anything, while trying to contain himself.
“You really are a lot of trouble today, aren’t you?” Xue asked as the two wolves struggled their way into the dining room.
Don’t tell me that, you know I can’t help it one bit, Zemin answered and glared at the younger brother. Slowly the gaze then travelled across the table, glaring at everyone that sat there, ready to enjoy the dinner. Plastic cups with wine? For real? He snorted and jumped up on one of the chairs, as far away from Ezra as possible. Thereafter the head fell against the table as he let out another complaining wail.
“If you’re going to complain during the entire meal, I suggest you go back upstairs before Rivik starts scolding you”, the younger one suggested and gave the fluffy head a careful stroke. “You know..it’s going to go away eventually”, he mumbled quietly, so the other ones wouldn’t hear. “Hey do you want some meat? We saved a couple of raw pieces just for you.”

Sometimes Xue could be the worst person ever, always being nosy and annoying as hell. But in the end, he always managed to get on Zemins good side. He was probably the best brother one could ask for, even though he had some irritating flaws.
The wolf chewed at the meat that the younger sibling held up in front of him, carefully as to not bite his fingers by accident. It was rather nice and definitely better than laying in the floor upstairs, all alone and troubled. Now he wasn’t alone and even better - he got to fill his stomach up.
“So, Ezra”, Xue began and handed another slice of meat to the wolf beside him. “Where do you live, if not here?” He asked and looked skeptically towards the wine. Zemin knew very well that the brother has no plans on drinking it, since he’d kept sober his entire life. Drinking now would just ruin all of that determination and crumble it up to pieces.
Jesus, let the man have some privacy maybe? Zemin exclaimed as he continued chewing on the raw meat. You can’t just ask where people live out of the blue.
Well actually you probably could, but the older brother didn’t want to get hold of that information. It’d just end up with him going over there himself and throwing himself at the poor man. Because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself and his stupid urges.