#Unwilling Host Zeke

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TAKEOVER IMMINENT

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To have her, I have to survive her family, and the club is out for blood. Mine...

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• • •  ABOUT THE BOOK  • • •

BAILEY

I've always felt like an outsider in the Untamed Sons. I'm Nox's sister and the widow of a brother, but I'm not one of them. When I'm abducted by our enemies, I don't expect to be rescued by a tall, dark, handsome, and extremely dangerous stranger. Zeke Fraser is the devil in a suit, and he's refusing to give me back to my family. Worse still, I'm falling for my captor. There's something captivating about the man, and while I know he's going to be my downfall, I can't stop from gravitating towards him.

 ZEKE

I was sent to rescue Bailey, but instead, I found myself unable to part with her. Keeping her captive in my penthouse isn't the best plan, but I'm unwilling to hand her over to the Sons until I know they're going to uphold their end of the bargain. I'm not supposed to fall for the woman I've stolen, but there's something about Bailey's fire that keeps me wanting more.

 But to have her, I have to survive her family, and the club is out for blood. Mine. 

 *Warning: Contains adult content. Reading age 18 +. Graphic violence and dark emotional scenes that may trigger some readers.

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Where is Arma in BFA? Bad decisions, that’s where.

He shouldn't have been there.

It was pure coincidence that he happened to be there as a large contingent of Horde soldiers rolled out of the north gate, into Ashenvale. Canine curiosity being what it is, Armaleonis could not help but follow along, to see what they were doing. He managed to get in at the back of the convoy, making casual conversation with a couple of the conscripts. Before he knew it, they were in the middle of a war zone like nothing he had seen before on Azeroth. The Kal'dorei were putting up a stern resistance, but they were outflanked at every turn by the Horde, whose dark rangers and artillery were very quickly shrinking the Alliance's route out of the battle. They were fleeing now, with only the back line still firing off shots to deter pursuit and a few shield-bearers to try to deflect shots from behind from felling the main host. The roar of battle was deafening, tearing through the forest like the bellow of a corrupted dragon, harrowing and wrong. Armaleonis could feel his chest tighten as they advanced forward, deeper towards the shore, towards Darnassus.

The tail end of the group was just getting to the front when he heard the Banshee Queen's command. “BURN IT!” It didn't make sense to him. The sight, sound and smell of this battlefield had him so off his game that he couldn't understand what she was saying. Burn it? Burn what? An elemental? Some trees here? Were they setting up camp? He liked camp. Burn....what? The screech and grind of siege weapons unleashing burst after burst of flaming shot at the tree until it began to light up made this painfully clear.

The soldiers that he had been speaking with seemed of mixed spirit. Some were joining in on the assault, eager to burn down the great tree, while others turned their backs, somber, unwilling to participate in an atrocity. Arma, on the other hand, could only stare, mouth agape, as flames raced up the wood, tearing into it, leaving behind thick, inky smoke.

Without thinking, there was only one thing that he could do. Seeing an unguarded plaguebat, he ran and grabbed its reins, hopping on its back and urged it to the sky. Chattering as it left the ground, the plaguebat gave no resistance, soaring through the sky, ever closer to the flame. Arma's chest tightened yet further as they closed the gap. He could hear the screaming over the crackling flame, but only barely. This would be wretched enough were it a natural disaster, but knowing its origin made it all the worse. “Go home, bat. You did good.” He gently patted the plaguebat's head before standing and leaping off its back, diving into the chaos, using what agility he could to grab onto a banner that happened to be in reach. There he was, in the midst of it. There was no time to think, only ash, relentless heat, and death.

Light was slowly fading for the false demon hunter the more he ran in, as ash clouded his glasses and soot clouded his sense of smell. Even so, he pushed forward, sniffing for Kal'dorei, trying to find those who were stranded.

It did not take him long- he was before an inn, part of whose roof had collapsed from the flames. He could hear the cries of a man and a young girl within, though he could not understand the words themselves. Already the ash was making it hard to focus. Breathing was getting harder by the second. Even though he knew they couldn't understand his words, he cried out as he flung himself at the wreckage, drawing his glittering axes of Light.

“You're gonna be okay! I'm gonna save you! Please be okay!” He tore and clawed his way through the broken roofing until it broke around him. Squinting, he was able to make out the forms of the man and his daughter. He was pinned under another piece of wreckage- and his daughter was refusing to run. She was trying her hardest to try to lift it off him, fruitlessly struggling as she coughed loudly, painfully. However, she wasn't alone, not for long. Armaleonis dashed in, and with a grunt, added his strength to hers. His chest ached as air was forced out – and more soot came in.

Every instinct in his body told him to run, to get out, to drop this and leave. If he had to, grab the girl and get her to safety, but not to die here. His arms were shaking from the strain, but they were just starting to get a little bit off the ground. They were all coughing, now. Their chances of survival were already slim, but this struggle was only decreasing them further.

He wasn't sure why, but all he could think of, as he pushed his body past its breaking point, was about his father's death. How he hadn't been there, how he had told him that he was dead to him when he left in the heat of an argument. Tears were flowing down his cheeks as he lifted with renewed strength, pulling muscles with ugly snapping noises. This little girl wasn't going to lose her father, he wasn't going to let that happen, no matter the cost.

Tapping into his inner demon, G'harr'bg, Armaleonis felt the fel energy surge through him as he felt his focus return, razor-sharp. His body was in acute pain, but he used this sudden energy burst to his best- he forced the wreckage up over his head in a fit of strength, letting loose a gout of a shadowflame from his hands and mouth to annihilate it before it would fall back on them. Things were getting so dark now. Despite his renewed focus, Arma felt sluggish. However, he wasn't done. He turned and picked up the man. “I'm going to get you to safety.” He said, slurring his words just a bit at the end. The young girl may not have spoken thalassian, but it seemed that she understood well enough. The two ran, painfully, through the ruined city, around burning buildings, wreckage, people, through thick, toxic clouds of smoke, and finally, to the gates of the Temple of the Moon. It was there that Armaleonis set the man down, before collapsing in a coughing heap.

The man and his daughter looked concerned, reaching out for him, before a priestess came out and ushered the two in, leaving the sin'dorei out in the disaster, alone.

That was fine. Armaleonis smiled as his 'vision' from his glasses blurred and faded, body feeling more and more numb as he surrendered to the urge to rest. They made it, that...that was all that mattered. His head could finally stop throbbing in pain, and soon, he drifted off.

He wasn't sure what to expect, really, as he closed his eyes and let go of his consciousness. He did, however, have to wonder:

“Is this what Dad felt like when he died?” He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he was amused. He was blind, practically deafened by the noise and numb. As he was left to his thoughts, regret hit him in a wave.

“I didn't say goodbye to Purps or Zeke, or to Glasses, or Canthar or any of my friends....that was kinda dumb of me, huh. Not even Vanderchirp. That's.....oh no, I didn't....tell my dad. Oh.”

His stomach churned and twisted as he grimaced, a pain worse than anything this disaster could have hit him with on its own.

“I...I forgot to tell him, and I definitely forgot to tell Mom. I....guess I didn't really learn anything, after all. I'm still a shitty son.”

He coughed, tears rolling down his face. “This...is why people think things through, huh?” He laughed, before another coughing fit took him to the darkness of unconsciousness.

And then, all was quiet.

All that Arma, in this state, could feel, was what felt like a large set of hands grabbing him by the shoulders, and then?

There was nothing.

[starakex]

After 4 months of on and off work, Zeke The Unwilling Host is finally done! Not my first handmade fursuit per say, but the first original one following "standard" methods. This was a treat to work on, and I got to learn a whole bunch of crafting techniques making it! The hardest part to execute was the mouth, so I'm glad the mandibles came out nicely!

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Wasn't too fond of my original paw set (too big, not super comfortable) so I've sewn up a pair of 4-finger paws for Zeke! Fully lined with finger escapes. Finally managed to do a satin stitch I'm proud of, too!

Pattern by Kloofsuits, sized down, with minor edits for personal fit

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Base is done, and lined! (Sewed and glued a balaclava this time instead of patterning a liner to the head and it was much simpler than expected... oopsie) Mandibles unattached for ease of furring.

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Spent the last week making some paws for Zeke! Thought it'd be smart to get some shaving practice in before doing the head. I also bullshitted some finger escapes so I can finally use my phone with bappers...

Pattern: Kloofsuits' Five Finger Paws

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First time touching the tablet since like 2020 and it's to indulge in the joy of making OCs once again This is Zeke and he's infested by a gross alien parasite. He's not doing (too) bad all things considered

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Beach Day to try to figure out how he'd smile with those mandible chompers!

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This week I've started working on the head base for Zeke! Real excited to finally work on a more "standard" head shape for a change.

Still needs some shape adjustments and finishing up the mandibles before moving on to the fur!

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Switching things up with suit wip pics this friday!

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Reaching the finish line with Zeke! Waiting on the eye mesh before I can assemble his eyes. Doing the last shave pass was scary, but it worked out just fine!

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Reaching the end goal with Zeke here. Sewn the skin up, did a shave pass and trimmed some markings. Gave him some teeth too!

Just gotta close up the gums before i move on to the neck and mandibles

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Slow and steady on this one; all the pieces are cut and pre-shaved and I'm the process of sewing everything now. (and trying to decide what his chompers will look like)

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Terrible rainy day lighting but. After a bout of recovery post-convention, I'm back to sewing and finished up Zeke's tail!

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Big flea-man sketch dump and the color palette he's based on