⦁　forest

@ezra ᵐᵃᶰᵉᵈ ʷᵒˡᶠ [ thanks for rping here, sweets! a smol prize has been added to your profile! ;u; ]

@taehyung ᵃʳᶜᵗᶤᶜ ᶠᵒˣ Ezra hasn't... hunted in a long time. If he were to take a moment to ponder on when he had hunted last time, then it would take him a very long time to do so since he really couldn't bring himself to recall. Was it because he just couldn't actually retrieve his memories of doing so? ...Or was it because he didn't want to remember? Memories that were uncalled for return to him as they flash behind his eyelids every blink and every second. The maned wolf shakes his head, clearing it of all those unwanted images coming to mind so he could concentrate at the task at hand.

Brown eyes makes their way towards the scene before him despite the leaves that altered and limited his view a bit. The preys presented before were simply just partridges and gosling; something he could actually hunt without feeling absolutely terrible about it. However, the thing that made him much more nervous was the fact that— wait.

Ezra's large ears perk up instantly as his nose picks up another scent in the air. It appears there was... another predator here?

Oh no. Another predator.

The maned wolf thickly swallows down the emotion that builds up in his throat, his entir human body now shifting to that of his true, animal form— his entire outfit slipping off him easily afterwards due to the change in size. If there was a predator amidst, he better st least get ready to face whoever or whatever it is. He brings his head down to the forest ground whilst his behind raised in the air to get into the position to pounce as his eyes focused upon the prey now.

With one big leap, Ezra manages to make the first move and ends up... failing terribly as he stumbles and hurdles like a tumbleweed towards the birds that were innocently minding their own business. It causes most of them to fly off and others to just run off to a farther spot— but this doesn't change the fact that Ezra has lost his touch in this completely. And that he was a huge disappointment to predators alike.

...Predators— THE PREDATOR THAT'S WITHIN THIS AREA HAS LOST HIS CHANCE AT GETTING HIS PREY!

Feeling like an idiot, all Ezra could do was grumble in annoyance over himself, paws now coming to cover his face as he laid on the ground of snow. "I am a ing idiot—"

[ I'm tempted to rewrite to correct these hella errors but oh well ]

@ezra ᵐᵃᶰᵉᵈ ʷᵒˡᶠ The windchill a path down the notches of his spine, shivers erupting like ripples against his skin no matter how tightly he braces himself. God, he's missed this. The air is stark with a dry kind of cold that beats against his cheeks, lashes fanning against their roseate hue. His lips part against the crystalline snowfall that lingers at the seams like sugar on the rim of a vodka glass. Taehyung's knew he was apt to returning home again someday, and it meets him as bittersweet and vengeful as always.

Trudging deeper into the forest, his ears perk, tail swaying languidly behind him. Beyond the silence, he knows he's far from alone. Pray gather in the form of partridges and gosling, but there's something else. He picks up the sent of smoked sage against the crisp sweetness of pine. Something not of this forest, but easily melding into it. Another predator perhaps? Whomever- whatever- it is, he doesn't find it in him to care so long as his hunt remains undisturbed.

His bomber jacket slides down his shoulders in fluid grace, landing in a heap at his feet before he peels apart each layer of clothing one by one. His human form's too susceptible, so he doesn't remain in it long- glancing at the heap of fabrics once more before stooping to shift and-

Finally. Sweet, unadulterated freedom.