EZEKIEL HAYES
Ezekiel had a feeling when he left his flat that he would probably be regretting it. His path was determined, having no question on where the best place would be to go to find information...if there was any out there. This witch he had been sent to find had certainly decided to keep a low profile all of a sudden. Ezekiel held a firm belief that the murder the witch has commited was accidental but it was still his job to ensure she understood the gravity of the situation. It was never great to be on the Council's radar for the rest of your life.
It wasn't hard to miss the subtle shift in the Voodoo Room when he entered. The very hum of the supernatural energy was near palatable to the dark hunter. There were individuals here of all classes but none of which had the face he was looking for. Ezekiel made his way to the bar and flagged the bartender. There was only work on the mind as he questioned the man on the other side of the bar while also requesting a drink. He could only hope it would allow for some slumber later.
Feminine lyrics drew his attention from the wall of liquor to the woman at his side. One brow quirked in curiosity as most supernaturals never wanted to speak to him; it was more common for them to scurry out of his way. "Does it ever stop?" Technically a dark hunter in his field of work was always on call. It wasn't hard to miss the subtle movements of advance from the fae though. That was even more curious. A corner of his lips lifted into a smirk, slowly swirling his drink as he eyed the woman. "You certainly have a way with words." As he really took in her appearance for the first time he couldn't deny that she possessed that classic fae beauty. Her hair reminded him of the freshly fallen snow in the alps and gave her appearance that icy beauty. After a moment of consideration and seeing as he wasn't rushing out he decided to oblige. "Ezekiel."
Ezekiel took a sip of his drink before replacing it to the wooden bartop though his shifted figure remained facing the woman. "So, I'm guessing you didn't garner my attention to tell me you've seen the girl." What could a fae, a supernatural, possibly have to say to him to risk getting on a hunter's radar?