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Ezrakel Tsune - Male - Oriental Shorthair 

He was always slow to these sort of things. Dragging his paws toward the gathered crowd, he stopped. Chaz, a traitor? Was this a joke? His gaze settled on the canine who held the guru and then dropped him and broke something -- a rib, most likely -- and he felt his body stiffen. Something went and walked up beside him, staring up at Johnny, a menacing grin on the new oriental's face. While Ezrakel could not see the newcomer, he was visible to all else. Equally black and equal in coloration to his brother, Ezekiel stood taller, with a sense of purpose. Eyes a deadly crimson in color, claws longer and curved with a wicked arch.

"If you think that accusation is shocking, just wait until you hear what Ezra here did to me!"

Suddenly Ezrakel could see him, and his kaleidoscope eyes widened and he shrunk back for a moment, an aching pain in his chest and mind. Ezekiel ignored him and the ghost stepped forward, "Ezekiel Louis Tsune."