<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NnEfXy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Ares.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Cabin.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>8:05 A.M.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zahara, NPC Cabin-mates.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing:  This. (http://www.menfashionhub.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/1081.jpg)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"What, you don't trust me?" He grinned after she called him out on his little invitation, instantly seeing through the fact that he would have landed her on her ass. Still, her legs did have quite the grip, and he'd fallen to it plenty of times before. No matter how hard he'd press his hips forward to try and budge her off, she'd just lock even harder. He figured that actually summed up her personality quite nicely, since no one could really get her off their ass if she decided it was hers to take. There was a reason she had become his second, and it wasn't just because they were long-time friends. That's not how the Ares cabin worked. Here, everything was trial by combat. Here there was little room for diplomacy and even less room for pity. You had to prove yourself to lead, and she made her point clear when she kicked just about half the dorm's ass in the monthly Sword & Shield tournament, otherwise known as 'That event Ares kids always win'.<br/><br/>"Besides,  you know how many guys would kill to hold you, let alone give you a piggy back? Sometimes you don't even know your effect on people." He smirked, and ran his hand on his backpack trying to organize a few things within it. Seduction wasn't really Ares' children's M.O. Yet Zii had been fortunate enough to be granted a rather beautiful appearance. Perhaps it was because of her heritage as an Amazon, rumoured to be beautiful and deadly. Maybe it was that very same thing that added an exotic vibe to her persona, and had just about every guy with enough balls trying to get with her. Or rather, in her pants. Most of them were shut down rather quickly, and others ran into the wall that was Ezra. As the years went by, he found himself growing fiercely protective of her. This extended to suitors, and guys who were envious of their relationship and as such constantly tried to intervene. Granted, he barely had to do any work, since Zii was more than capable of handing their ass to them if they stepped over the line. Yet still, sometimes, small sparks of jealousy on his own end would push him to step in and push them away, scaring off the people he collectively dubbed 'assholes'.<br/><br/>He got quite a few dirty looks, though, on his Cabin mates' rush out of their beds. It was the nature of this place, and the nature of his brethren. All of them hated being told what to do, all of them wanted to be in control, and all of them wanted to be on top. He never took those looks in offence, but relished them. It only meant that his brothers and sisters were aiming high. It meant that they will go out and bust their ass in training to try and take his spot. It meant that they would grow in both physical strength and mental fortitude. This was the twisted way Ezra lead the Ares Cabin, through drive and frustration. It worked. Then the kid bumped against him, and most of what he was slipped away. Ezra's gifts were a double edged sword, a fact often overlooked by those who didn't quite know him. While he excelled in just about every physical contest there was, it was accompanied by pride and rage that he had trouble controlling. It was his father's way, after all, to place a gift upon his son that acts as a curse at the same time. Reason and calm would get abandoned for skill and focus. Ezra's body had not matured enough in relative terms, to act as a proper container for all his talents and special abilities. He needed more time, more time to hone his skills and expand his repertoire before he could control himself in situations like this. Yet luckily, he had someone to watch over his ass when shit like this did happen. Someone to rein him in whenever things got a little too out of hand, and even luckier for this kid, she was right behind him when this fiasco happened. Ezra was a second away from gripping this kid by his shirt and giving him the beating of his life.<br/><br/>Suddenly, there was a monkey on his back. Scratch that, not a monkey, but an agile little woman who had potentially saved this kid's life. Her legs tightened around his waist, locking around him and squeezing him against her. Her arms threw themselves over his shoulders, draping around his neck to get his attention onto her and away from him. In his anger, he growled no better than an animal and swung his own arms upward, latching onto her own with a rough grip as he quickly began to counter. Yet as his face turned in a split-second to execute said counter, his eyes landed on Zii.  Slowly she'd see the shift, from a violent, blood thirsty glare to a softer, eased gaze upon her as he realized what she was doing. Then her words rang in, the ones telling him that they weren't finished. His rough grip on her loosed just a bit, and his body would lean into her own. His head tilted, and his face pressed itself against the curve of her neck to her shoulder. It was a habit of his, when things got a little too crazy, to simply take momentary shelter against her skin and close his eyes to calm himself, and suppress the urges within him.<br/><br/>The kid, thankfully, wasn't as stupid as previously thought. Upon realizing what was going on, and heeding Zii's words, he frantically nodded between hiccups and tears and scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could. Darting onto the wooden floors with a speed worthy of Hermes, he bolted outside the moment he could and she'd hear his breath heave and his voice yell a mile away. A traumatizing experience for the new guy, yet one good enough to show him just how things worked, and hopefully teach him to pay a little more attention. Ezra's breath would slowly steady, ears taking in further words from her lips designed specifically to calm him and get his anger at ease. His lips parted just a bit, letting the flow of his warm breath exhale slowly against her skin as the anger began to subside. He brushed them down to her shoulder lightly, a small moment of tenderness shared between the two, offered by Ezra, in exchange for her constant help in situations like this.<br/><br/>Yet her words didn't go unheard. Interrupting said moment in Ezra like fashion, he smirked, and his arms quickly swung upwards again. They gripped her forearms, and he took advantage of the one second she was distracted by his lips' touch, to suddenly swing her upwards and over him in a quickly flash. Normally, with such velocity and her own body weight bringing her down, she'd land painfully on her ass. Yet this time, Ezra quickly extended his arms to catch her as she flipped over him, and land her in his arms. Her legs would be draped over one of his arms, her back supported by the other, as he held her horizontally against his chest. Like a cheesy romantic comedy where a guy would carry his wife to bed. The charming grin was wide on his face once more, and a brow raised as she caught her breath to realize what happened.<br/><br/>"Who is backing out now?"