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[ezra-ghoshal]

Ezra clenched his jaw as the other customer verbally berated Eryx. He found the Eryx's composure to be admirable but not worth the rude person's time. Once they were on their way, Ezra found himself stepping in the way of the rude customer. "Mind your manners partner, before someone minds them for ya."

He eyes them as they leave the store before returning his attention to Eryx. He exhales, smiling as tried to calm himself down before returning his attention to the other man as well. The selkie's eyebrows raise themselves at the word "serve". He hears the word "snack" and Ezra's smiles as well. It was a bit immature sure, but Ezra hadn't been in town that long. Often times, he never knew when he talked to someone what their intentions were. Did that many people need help hauling furniture around the house, or were they simply interested in being hauled themselves by the selkie.

"To eat? Well, can't say no to a snack, especially one on display in front of me." Ezra chuckles, adjusting his glasses. "Anything you'd recommend? Perhaps you can join me in eating some treats as well. What do you say? A well deserved break from dealing with that jerk."

Appropriate or not, Eryx liked the upbeat people better than the sour ones. They were easier to please and made his job easier, while the negative people were difficult to work with, as he got snapped at for every little mistake and was received with attitude. He often tried to remind people that he wasn't to blame for what was going on and to calm down, but he was received with more snappiness or yells. He had given up at this point and just did his job as coldly as possible towards those people while he tried to smile and be more cordial towards the happier people.

The new arrival, Ezra, was one of the types of clients he liked to work with nowadays. Happy, cordial, positive. "I recall you saying your name the first time you entered through those doors," he says with a smile as he prepares the coffee for the man. I'm Eryx," he greets the man and places a fresh cup of coffee in front of Ezra, his client's usual type.

"Oi! Merman! You got my order wrong. Are you stupid?" Someone snapped from the other side of the bar, and he sighed, forcing a smile to his face and walking to that person to fix the issue.

"No one is perfect, sir. Everyone makes mistakes." He told his client coldly as he took the cup and redid it for him. He tuned out the rest of what the man had to say. Insults, surely. He just placed the new cup in front of him and returned to the happy person on the other side, Ezra.

"Anything else I can serve you, Mr. Ezra?" He asked politely. "Maybe something to eat? A snack, maybe?"

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Ezra wasn't self aware enough to realize how his attitude in the morning might not be appropriate, given the current state of affairs. Bad optics was the whole reason the selkie was in New Haven to begin with. Too busy obsessing over himself, Ezra couldn't see the nightmare conditions his village had lived under until it was too late. He had no idea what terrors they shielded, more like withheld, from the everyday village person.

Of course, Ezra wasn't smiling simply due to not being the only person experiencing the terrible earthquakes. Nor was he doing it to mock or belittle people he'd pass by; people who spoke to their neighbors about their lost loved ones. Ezra wasn't even sure if his own family was still alive in that old village. If anything, looking at the morning dawn was a constant reminder to the selkie that tomorrow wasn't promised, to any of them.

"That'll be just grand" Ezra bows lightly in Eryx's direction. Out of habit, his hand reaches for his hat. A slight surprised expression paints his face once he realizes he hadn't brought one with him. Ezra chuckles awkwardly once he realized. With all the commotion happening in New Haven, the selkie thought it best to try now to at least befriend the merman. "Name's Ezra, by the by. I'm not sure we properly met."

Mornings were the busiest hour of the day. A lot of the citizens came to have their morning coffee, and some of them even chatted. He always tried his best to be courteous and kind as most of these people were heading out to work after this, and starting their morning on the right side could be the big difference between a job well done and a sloppy job.

Things were a tad chaotic in the city, however. The crack on the shield, the body, the earthquake... All terrifying things, and he tried to comfort people before they headed to their jobs for the day. However, not everyone was somber and sad. Some people were more optimistic and happy. The new arrival seemed to be one of those. Ezra, he recalled, was his name. "Good morning. It is indeed a beautiful morning, despite everything going on," he greeted the man. "The usual?" Eryx asked as he started the coffee machine and pulled out a cup to serve the client his beverage.

Eryx was more on the neutral side of things. He wasn't a pessimist, but he wasn't an optimist either. He knew things were terrifying right now for the people of New Haven, and while some tried to go on with upbeat and happiness, others were sour and unhappy about it all. It was hard to keep everyone satisfied in the morning. It was downright draining.

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@modelingmerman || starter || location: new haven -> my cup runneth over

Ezra had been walking throughout town in the dusk hours of the morning. Running a farm had always been a tough profession for the selkie. However, starting that job without a cup of coffee and a few fresh pastries seemed to make the mornings on the farm down right impossible. He had appreciated the view of a waking New Haven as the selkie looked around the empty streets and dark sky above him slowly teem with light and life. Ezra smiles to himself in awe at the pink and purple hues of the morning sky as dawn had began to rise. In his remote village of selkies, Ezra was no stranger to fascinating skies illuminating him overhead. But the captivation of New Haven's pink and purple morning skies still captivated him just the same as his village's northern lights.

He turns the corner ahead, bidding the sky a good morning before making his way into a little coffee shop. Ezra steps inside, his coming up to adjust his glasses as the adjust themselves to the coffee shop's lighting. The atmosphere was comfortable and homely. If the selkie wasn't needed at the farm, he would gladly stay the entire day. If not for the coffee, then for the barista behind the counter. Throughout the months of Ezra being in New Haven, he's been quite curious of the locals. He had always seen mermaids and other kinds of merfolk in his travels prior to New Haven. It would sometimes pain the selkie to go about his day without being able to sit down and spend a few hours on just talking to them. While Ezra is needed at the farm, he hopes the merman behind the counter indulges him for a least a minute.

"Howdy." Ezra begins to say softly. "It's a beautiful morning out there."

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Is that RAHUL KOHLI? No, that's EZRA GHOSHAL. The 37 year old SELKIE ALPHA MALE is a RANCH HAND. If you ask their friends, they're known to be CHARISMATIC & DADDY, but they urge you to be cautious, because they're also known to be GREEDY & JEALOUS. Their friends also say that they're into KNOTTING, BREEDING & SEMI/PUBLIC SEX but don't even think about trying GORE, WATERSPORTS, SCAT with them.

"He was the moon and I was the tide, forever pulled towards him but never able to fully touch-." Wait! Wrong word document!

Four score and thirty-seven years ago(give or take a few hundred years), lived the Ghoshal family. A simple family who devoted their lives to fishing and herding the fish from one end of the ocean to the next. Being a custom held by the selkie families that lived in the barest parts of Greenland, including the Ghoshal family. It was a blessing, a pod of selkies with no sharks. The small community would learn there's more to fear as they often struggle in numbers, some time it would be the occasional bought of disease. Other times it was natural disasters allowing cocky young selkies to meet their creators as easily as the wave returns itself to the ocean.

Four score and thirty-seven years ago(minus four scores), Ezra Ghoshal was born. Born to a simple family; a mother, a father, a couple of older siblings. Growing up, Ezra learned the custom held by selkies in their family for generations, that of herding the schools of fish that they eat. Traveling and trading with other across the wide stretch of the Atlantic Ocean. Growing up calling the remote areas of Greenland home, Ezra found it a bit isolating. However, there were many benefits to being a marine mammal shifter. Ezra got to befriend many different selkie children, even those from the renown Carpenter family. He remembers summers, playing in the snow with a Carpenter boy and laughing until they were reprimanded by both set of parents. Ezra doesn't remember seeing him after that.

Four score and twenty years ago(minus four scores), Ezra began to question their way of living. He has spent his years living with his simple family, trying to learn what had happened to the Carpenter boy. Trying to piece together how in meeting different selkie villages, they would often come across their sharks as well. How would it be possible for their remote homes in Greenland to not house even one. Ezra began to think of all those who he grew up with seemingly vanish from their town throughout the years. Ezra decides to ask one of the elders in his family, he asks why their town has no weresharks. The elder replies to him.

"We don't feed the fish, child."

Four score and nineteen years ago(minus four scores), the Carpenters came to visit the Ghoshal family. It was an occasion to the simple family, but very suspicious to Ezra. He had presented as alpha a month before their visit. The Carpenter, in addition to being a well renown family, was also the largest family in size amongst their small community. Those that decided to visit couldn't fit in the Ghoshal's quaint living room. However, it wasn't the amount that brought Ezra to suspect something of the family, but rather who they've brought with them. He looked different, of course, age does that to people, but still Ezra managed to recognize the man as the friend that had disappeared all those days ago. The Carpenter family presented him as a way for the two families to grow... by presenting them another alpha. Suspicious is as suspicious was. Even their whispers at night did little to ease Ezra's nerves.

"Hush now, once the wedding is done, the Walrus will make sure there's no more oysters to cast doubt."

Four score and eighteen years ago(minus four scores), Ezra left his home. It had been almost a year since leaving his simple life, away from the lies and deceit or rather the horrible truth of his simple life. The Carpenter family held a custom tied to something that lives under their small remote town. They call it "the Walrus". They've been feeding the community's weresharks to it since the beginning of the family's stay. The Carpenter family, in addition to being revered by the community, was also the largest family in size. And with good reason. Knowing all too well the curse set on all selkies, one or two of their own precious bloodline would be chosen to escort the weresharks to the Walrus. They learned early not to let them mature. Knowing what he knew now, Ezra couldn't risk traveling by ocean and being found. He decided to keep himself hidden as long as he could. Traveling with his seal pelt wouldn't be easy, but each mile Ezra pushed forward would be another mile put between himself and the Walrus.

Four score and a couple years ago(minus four scores), Ezra found his path to New Haven. He after some much needed peace, Ezra decided to stay as a ranch hand. He found the work rewarding and herding of cattle seemed fairly similar to herding schools of fish. The selkie thought his troubles were far behind him until he found a postcard in his inbox.

It read: "Thinking of you, sorry for the late housewarming present. - The Carpenters."

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21B - Dom

[ 21B ] @moonsxmagic || [ meme ]

"Why, howdy."

Ezra might have been new to New Haven, but it didn't mean he was new to men. He saw them constantly before settling in New Haven and seemed to be a big fan of them. Ezra wouldn't currently be balls deep inside of a witch whilst being indifferent to men. A low growl could be heard from the selkie as he tears open the button up shirt Dominic had been wearing. The selkie had no problem with professional school attire. Ezra simply needed to feel the other's skin against his own.

His mouth kisses and playfully bites across the omega's neck as Ezra continues to fuck his large cock into Dominic. His hips pumping into the omega like a piston. Ezra doesn't remember how he came to get Dominic in his room like this, thrusting his hips into the omega's, filling the whole barn house with echos. Maybe it was at one of the bars where he saw that witch smiling at him? Perhaps Ezra spotted him around town, tending to the youngins. Maybe that sight caused him to drool at the thought of giving Dominic a kid of his own. Whatever the reason, and Ezra's sure it was a mighty good one, it lead to a couple more drinks. And that couple of drinks leading into the couple of men... well... couplin`, as Ezra would say.

"That's it, darlin'." Ezra pants against the omega's ear, his claws forming as he continues to tear the witch's clothes to shreds. An arm wraps itself around Dominic's waist as his cock grows a need for it to be buried deeper within him. "That's it, cum on my cock."

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inside a gazebo while it rains. from Emmett ( @emmettxthorne )

@emmettxthorne || [ meme ]

After there long battle against the gazebo, the two heroes found themselves in the throws of --!

Whoops, wrong Word document!

Ezra hums into their kiss, his hips grinding themselves into Emmett's. His hands take hold of the wereshark's, lightly pinning them above the fellow alpha's head. The selkie had seen Emmett around New Haven for a while, often at the mall during his shift. Ezra had often thought about the wereshark and his uniform and how form-fitting it looked on him. It didn't help that Ezra had a fascination with weresharks as the selkie had grown up in an artic town free of weresharks. Not by choice as Ezra came to learn, but that's a whole other story.

Ezra had planned for a picnic with the fellow alpha, bringing a basket filled with food from the farm and even a blanket for them to sit themselves down on. However, no amount of planning will account for the sudden rain. Ezra managed to get them both under the gazebo before the rain "really laid on something fierce" as he would say. These would be words Ezra would also use to describe what he would do to Emmett later on. It wasn't Ezra's original intent of the picnic, but the selkie wasn't complaining as he continued to grind his bare hips against Emmett's.

The selkie's cock slid itself passed Emmett's hole. Ezra's low groans and moans accompanied nicely by the rain tapping on top of the gazebo's roof. The selkie presses kisses across the other's neck, savoring the feel of the wereshark's skin before pushing in the head of his cock into Emmett's hole. "Hope you're mighty comfy, 'cus it's about to be a helluva ride."

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Ezra had decided to leave the ranch early, figuring what he didn't finish that day, he could certainly finish tomorrow. The selkie had planned out a nice swim at the lake for himself, needing a nice cold soak after a long day working in the sun. He decided against swimming in his seal skin, finding it best kept hidden away from prying eyes. No one knows who might be looking.

The ranch hand had set aside his clothes on the bank of the lake, feeling the cool breeze across his naked back before diving into the lake's cold water. The lake was a bit warmer than Ezra was used to. Being raised in Artic waters, most bodies of water the selkie basked in always felt a little warm. At least, Ezra hopes the temperature difference was due to it being ice berg free.

Ezra dives to the bottom of the lake before kicking himself back up to the surface when he's met with Sebastian's shark form. The selkie easily regains composure and meets the shark in surfacing. "Don't fret, I reckon I should have looked where I was swimming too.'"

"Say, have I seen you around here before?"

Starter for @ezra-ghoshal

Sebastian always was in the lake when he had free time. Today, his son was at school and he had a free day from work so he was swimming as his normal self, as a shark. It was nearly empty but there were people. Still, they stayed clearly from him allowing him to enjoy his swim. Because of it, he was growing careless. Swimming without looking much where he was going.

He dived then and since he dived blind he hit something. Or someone. He growled as he recovered and resurfaced. "I'm so sorry," he says shifting back to himself. "Are you alright? I know my skin can be rough," he asks the stranger realizing it's a selkie and feeling even more bad.

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RAHUL KOHLI Instagram stories (25/01/23)

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Rahul Kohli

[ezra-ghoshal]

Is that RAHUL KOHLI? No, that's EZRA GHOSHAL. The 37 year old SELKIE ALPHA MALE is a RANCH HAND. If you ask their friends, they're known to be CHARISMATIC & DADDY, but they urge you to be cautious, because they're also known to be GREEDY & JEALOUS. Their friends also say that they're into KNOTTING, BREEDING & SEMI/PUBLIC SEX but don't even think about trying GORE, WATERSPORTS, SCAT with them.

"He was the moon and I was the tide, forever pulled towards him but never able to fully touch-." Wait! Wrong word document!

Four score and thirty-seven years ago(give or take a few hundred years), lived the Ghoshal family. A simple family who devoted their lives to fishing and herding the fish from one end of the ocean to the next. Being a custom held by the selkie families that lived in the barest parts of Greenland, including the Ghoshal family. It was a blessing, a pod of selkies with no sharks. The small community would learn there's more to fear as they often struggle in numbers, some time it would be the occasional bought of disease. Other times it was natural disasters allowing cocky young selkies to meet their creators as easily as the wave returns itself to the ocean.

Four score and thirty-seven years ago(minus four scores), Ezra Ghoshal was born. Born to a simple family; a mother, a father, a couple of older siblings. Growing up, Ezra learned the custom held by selkies in their family for generations, that of herding the schools of fish that they eat. Traveling and trading with other across the wide stretch of the Atlantic Ocean. Growing up calling the remote areas of Greenland home, Ezra found it a bit isolating. However, there were many benefits to being a marine mammal shifter. Ezra got to befriend many different selkie children, even those from the renown Carpenter family. He remembers summers, playing in the snow with a Carpenter boy and laughing until they were reprimanded by both set of parents. Ezra doesn't remember seeing him after that.

Four score and twenty years ago(minus four scores), Ezra began to question their way of living. He has spent his years living with his simple family, trying to learn what had happened to the Carpenter boy. Trying to piece together how in meeting different selkie villages, they would often come across their sharks as well. How would it be possible for their remote homes in Greenland to not house even one. Ezra began to think of all those who he grew up with seemingly vanish from their town throughout the years. Ezra decides to ask one of the elders in his family, he asks why their town has no weresharks. The elder replies to him.

"We don't feed the fish, child."

Four score and nineteen years ago(minus four scores), the Carpenters came to visit the Ghoshal family. It was an occasion to the simple family, but very suspicious to Ezra. He had presented as alpha a month before their visit. The Carpenter, in addition to being a well renown family, was also the largest family in size amongst their small community. Those that decided to visit couldn't fit in the Ghoshal's quaint living room. However, it wasn't the amount that brought Ezra to suspect something of the family, but rather who they've brought with them. He looked different, of course, age does that to people, but still Ezra managed to recognize the man as the friend that had disappeared all those days ago. The Carpenter family presented him as a way for the two families to grow... by presenting them another alpha. Suspicious is as suspicious was. Even their whispers at night did little to ease Ezra's nerves.

"Hush now, once the wedding is done, the Walrus will make sure there's no more oysters to cast doubt."

Four score and eighteen years ago(minus four scores), Ezra left his home. It had been almost a year since leaving his simple life, away from the lies and deceit or rather the horrible truth of his simple life. The Carpenter family held a custom tied to something that lives under their small remote town. They call it "the Walrus". They've been feeding the community's weresharks to it since the beginning of the family's stay. The Carpenter family, in addition to being revered by the community, was also the largest family in size. And with good reason. Knowing all too well the curse set on all selkies, one or two of their own precious bloodline would be chosen to escort the weresharks to the Walrus. They learned early not to let them mature. Knowing what he knew now, Ezra couldn't risk traveling by ocean and being found. He decided to keep himself hidden as long as he could. Traveling with his seal pelt wouldn't be easy, but each mile Ezra pushed forward would be another mile put between himself and the Walrus.

Four score and a couple years ago(minus four scores), Ezra found his path to New Haven. He after some much needed peace, Ezra decided to stay as a ranch hand. He found the work rewarding and herding of cattle seemed fairly similar to herding schools of fish. The selkie thought his troubles were far behind him until he found a postcard in his inbox.

It read: "Thinking of you, sorry for the late housewarming present. - The Carpenters."

[ezra-ghoshal]

Is that [Rahul Kohli]? No, that's [ Ezra Ghoshal ]. The 37 year old Selkie Alpha Cis Male is a [ Ranch Hand ]. If you ask their friends, they're known to be [ Charismatic ] & [ Daddy ], but they urge you to be cautious, because they're also known to be [ Greedy ] & [ Jealous ]. Their friends also say that they're into [Knotting, Breeding, & Semi/Public Sex] but don't even think about trying [Gore, watersports, or scat] with them. [Ian, 27, He/Him/They/Them, PST]

"He was the moon and I was the tide, forever pulled towards him but never able to fully touch-." Wait! Wrong word document!

Four score and thirty-seven years ago(give or take a few hundred years), lived the Ghoshal family. A simple family who devoted their lives to fishing and herding the fish from one end of the ocean to the next. Being a custom held by the selkie families that lived in the barest parts of Greenland, including the Ghoshal family. It was a blessing, a pod of selkies with no sharks. The small community would learn there's more to fear as they often struggle in numbers, some time it would be the occasional bought of disease. Other times it was natural disasters allowing cocky young selkies to meet their creators as easily as the wave returns itself to the ocean.

Four score and thirty-seven years ago(minus four scores), Ezra Ghoshal was born. Born to a simple family; a mother, a father, a couple of older siblings. Growing up, Ezra learned the custom held by selkies in their family for generations, that of herding the schools of fish that they eat. Traveling and trading with other across the wide stretch of the Atlantic Ocean. Growing up calling the remote areas of Greenland home, Ezra found it a bit isolating. However, there were many benefits to being a marine mammal shifter. Ezra got to befriend many different selkie children, even those from the renown Carpenter family. He remembers summers, playing in the snow with a Carpenter boy and laughing until they were reprimanded by both set of parents. Ezra doesn't remember seeing him after that.

Four score and twenty years ago(minus four scores), Ezra began to question their way of living. He has spent his years living with his simple family, trying to learn what had happened to the Carpenter boy. Trying to piece together how in meeting different selkie villages, they would often come across their sharks as well. How would it be possible for their remote homes in Greenland to not house even one. Ezra began to think of all those who he grew up with seemingly vanish from their town throughout the years. Ezra decides to ask one of the elders in his family, he asks why their town has no weresharks. The elder replies to him.

"We don't feed the fish, child."

Four score and nineteen years ago(minus four scores), the Carpenters came to visit the Ghoshal family. It was an occasion to the simple family, but very suspicious to Ezra. He had presented as alpha a month before their visit. The Carpenter, in addition to being a well renown family, was also the largest family in size amongst their small community. Those that decided to visit couldn't fit in the Ghoshal's quaint living room. However, it wasn't the amount that brought Ezra to suspect something of the family, but rather who they've brought with them. He looked different, of course, age does that to people, but still Ezra managed to recognize the man as the friend that had disappeared all those days ago. The Carpenter family presented him as a way for the two families to grow… by presenting them another alpha. Suspicious is as suspicious was. Even their whispers at night did little to ease Ezra's nerves.

"Hush now, once the wedding is done, the Walrus will make sure there's no more oysters to cast doubt."

Four score and eighteen years ago(minus four scores), Ezra left his home. It had been almost a year since leaving his simple life, away from the lies and deceit or rather the horrible truth of his simple life. The Carpenter family held a custom tied to something that lives under their small remote town. They call it "the Walrus". They've been feeding the community's weresharks to it since the beginning of the family's stay. The Carpenter family, in addition to being revered by the community, was also the largest family in size. And with good reason. Knowing all too well the curse set on all selkies, one or two of their own precious bloodline would be chosen to escort the weresharks to the Walrus. They learned early not to let them mature. Knowing what he knew now, Ezra couldn't risk traveling by ocean and being found. He decided to keep himself hidden as long as he could. Traveling with his seal pelt wouldn't be easy, but each mile Ezra pushed forward would be another mile put between himself and the Walrus.

Four score and a couple years ago(minus four scores), Ezra found his path to New Haven. He after some much needed peace, Ezra decided to stay as a ranch hand. He found the work rewarding and herding of cattle seemed fairly similar to herding schools of fish. The selkie thought his troubles were far behind him until he found a postcard in his inbox.

It read: "Thinking of you, sorry for the late housewarming present. - The Carpenters."