• Triple Threat Together • [Zourry] |Man X Man|

[22]

"Your punishment will continue until I see fit." Zayn murmurs to a disgruntled, seventeen year old Abel whose face is scrunched in disgust at the prevalent taste of soap that has yet to disappear from his mouth. "Escort me and Ezekiel to the training grounds, I want to see what my baby's army is capable of. I'm also itching for a fight."

Abel peers at Zayn in question as his eyes scan his inappropriate attire of silk pajamas and bare feet; Ezekiel does the same, which spurs a response. "If I go up to change I'm sure that they'll wake up and I can't wear anyone else's clothes or my mates will kill them or atleast try to maul them. Hence, this is my only option and I dont particularly care either."

"I also need to find a friend of mine to make sure he's okay." He adds absentmindedly as he hovers in the air of the kitchen, which thankfully has extremely high ceilings. Furthermore, his wings have returned to their normal length and width from before his now monumental rampage that had led to them being dramatically enhanced. Ezekiel perks up at the notion of fulfilling an important task for the ravenette, eagerly volunteering to find this person as he asks for their description.

Abel just stands by meekly like a dog waiting for and observing as their master is interacting with someone important; mulling over what the seemingly unstable faerie will have him do and for how long. Zayn, on the other hand, soon determines that it's a bad idea to be flying in the kitchen as the force of his flaps almost overturned the containers of juices.  Thankfully Abel and Ezekiel catches them before they tilt and spill their contents. He then descends, standing infront of Abel whilst facing the long haired vampire.

"He's a faerie, one of my closest friends and my assigned guardian. Just look out for translucent blue wings, baby blue eyes and long blond hair. He's hard to miss, his features are quite profound, exotic one might say and almost elven in nature which makes him look androgynous. He's also tall as hell, around 6'2. Tell him Zayn sent you and that I want to see him before he leaves." Ezekiel bows at the waist before scurrying off with a determined expression to complete the task he's been given. A incessant need to please or gain the approval of  the young sire in anyway he can.

The ravenette mulls over the fact that he could inflict severe pain upon himself and Andrej would have no choice but to come to his aid. However, the thought of intentional self inflicted pain seemed rather distasteful and very uninviting at the moment so he decides against it.

Zayn turns to the ginger haired brat at the sound of him clearing his throat to gain his attention; noting how hesitant and tentative the action was. Thoroughly pleased by it in fact. It's much better than the loud-mouthed, filter-less tower of boldness and arrogance he had met a couple minutes prior. He's learning. Good boy.

I quirk a brow in amusement, head tilting to the side in question as I regard the squirming male who can hardly maintain eye contact with me. I swallow a delighted chuckle. "Do you still want me to show you to the training grounds? Alpha Louis already announced beforehand that he wouldn't be leading today's session. He told us to follow the usual protocol, which means they all should be stretching right now." He nervously rubs his nape as I stare attentively at him, averting his gaze whenever I meet his eyes. "G-getting warmed up so that they can start sparring to strengthen and increase the physical capabilities of their human forms."

I hum at that as my wings disappear. "Lead the way." I'm impressed but not surprised that Louis made strengthening their human bodies apart of their regular routine.

We're only as strong as our weakest link after all and it's no secret that lycans are most vulnerable in that state. Just as a faerie would be most susceptible to harm when we've made our wings disappear or merfolk when they're out of water and without their tail. All of our unique appendages naturally boosts our strength and formidability in battle.