<div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/Ez_zps5bb59020.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>September 23rd, late evening.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zahara, The War God. (http://i.imgur.com/lVKBwfY.gif)<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing: Nothing on torso, armored pants engraved with the Lion sygil.<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Some links include Gore.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Despite what anyone said about the War God's children, they were nothing if not united. They were assholes to most, power abusers to others, yet to each other they were loyal. The events that had transpired had ironically brought the Ares cabin closer, as they all huddled in silence around the Councillor's door which he had locked with himself inside. In such a short amount of time, so much had happened and Ezra had granted them both pride and humiliation on the very same night. Malcolm had stopped by the Cabin before heading to Chiron himself, placing Ezra in the hands of the cabin seniors while asking for Zii. She still wasn't back, so Asher took the liberty of escorting Ezra to his room while another cabin senior, Ajax, explained what happened. Ajax had discreetly taken a few steps behind the pair to ensure their safety, and from a safe distance he saw everything. Naturally he came back and told his brothers and sisters, leaving them rather conflicted.<br/><br/>On one hand, Ezra had displayed what it was like to be the pinnacle of Ares perfection. Ruthless, Chaotic, Deadly. He had even pleased their father and was granted an ability far beyond anything the cabin had witnessed before. Yet in a cruel twist of fate, his opponent was both claimed and victorious. What did this mean? It could have meant that Ares was inferior to another God, an idea that before this day was utterly unthinkable. It could have meant that Ezra was simply just not strong enough to use their father's gift properly, yet he was the strongest among all of them. What did that mean when it came to their level of skill and power? They were torn, yet at the same time united as they crowded the outside of his room until finally Zii came rushing through the door, no doubt having sensed the calamity that just occurred. She was greeted with some harsh stares, an expected reaction from the unforgiving siblings, yet before she could walk in through the door Ajax stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.<br/><br/><strong>"Wait, he's volatile right now. I don't know if it's very safe..."</strong>he warned, yet she proceeded anyway. The senior member took a breath and stepped back. If anything, she was the only one with enough strength to handle him at the moment if he flipped out. That, and she was probably the closest person to actually understanding Ezra within this cabin, something Ajax suddenly felt very shameful about. The door opened at her touch, and when she would walk in the room itself would be untouched save for the open closet and thrown clothes on the bed. The light was turned off except in the corner of the room, which had a door that led to a small bathroom. Calling it that was not right. It was simply a nook where a sink was installed and a mirror was hung on the wall. That's where he was, and she'd find him through the trail of deposited armor on the floor.<br/><br/>What she'd see next would be an Ezra she'd never seen before. Something a little more fragile stood there, with blood running down his arm from the shoulder wound he did not stop to mend or bandage, and a shroud of something else covering the floors and the sink. Once she'd take it all in, she'd see a pair of scissors in his hands and the aftermath of their effect. He'd untwisted his dreads and cut them all off, leaving the hair to fall on the floor and the sink around him. She alone in this entire cabin would understand the meaning of this. He didn't suddenly feel like a haircut, but the hair he'd promised his father not to cut unless he suffered humiliating defeat was all but gone now. His hands were holding onto the sink to keep him up and steady, his eyes were looking straight at his reflection.<br/><br/>"I failed him."