Walking along the obsidian stone beach, Sephiran’s large, amethyst frame seems suspended against a backdrop of jagged clings and turbulent waves. The smooth, volcanic glass is slick beneath his paws, ranging from small pebbles to larger shards, glistening beneath the midday sun. There was heat trapped beneath the stone too - the ebony coloration trapping the sun’s warmth, which was a striking contrast to the frigid waters lapping at the shore.

The warmth was inviting- especially to the sea-dwelling creatures that infested the waters between the island and The Polar Sound. One of them found a perch of their own- a massive leopard seal having propped itself up onto a large slab of obsidian, enjoying a midday nap in his domain.


"Sephiran Saxe"

Even from her distance, she could see the lazy sprawl of the seal, its massive form blotting out the sleek shine of the obsidian. Insolence. The beach was a claimed stretch, and this lumbering invader dared to sully it with its bloated hide. The sight of her father, Sephiran, domineering in his stillness brought a glimmer to her lavender eyes. Was she going to see her father in action? How brutal would he be?

Ravana’s lips curled, revealing a flash of her fangs before, with deliberate slowness, she descended, making sure her approach was silent, her shadow merging with the jagged shadows of the stones. As she drew closer to the Sultan’s side, she kept her gaze trained on the seal, watching its chest rise and fall in oblivious slumber. Her voice, when she spoke, was soft but laced with dark delight. An indifference to her tone, yet somehow fanatic. “Sultan. Another trespasser.”

Her claws flexed into the stones beneath her, the temptation to lunge gnawing at her restraint. But she knew better than to act without command.


"Ravana Seraphim Saxe"

The sight of the creature taking up space in his domain, feeding off the resources of his inlet, and tarnishing his shoreline with its bloated hide… it was infuriating to the Sultan. An impulsive surge of animosity and hostility rushed through him - a visceral reaction for the maniacal male - acting as the catalyst that would drive him towards the invader. But before he could reach the leopard seal, another wolf joined him- her growing, violet silhouette appearing from the shadows, gravitating to his side and announcing her awareness of the trespasser. Sephiran stopped, his head craning down to look at the girl, catching the gleam of dark delight sparkling in her eyes. Another opportunity for carnage.

“Yes.” He croons, muscles growing taught beneath his pelt, eyes ablaze with predatory hunger and the need to destroy. “And I will eradicate it.” A palpable aura of aggression radiates from him, his voice low and menacing with the sharp sting of anger. He did not invite her to join him, but if she was eager to join the bloodshed, he would allow it.

Turning from her, Sephiran begins to stalk forward, leaping across the smooth stones, moving with a predatory grace that has evolved over years of ruthless pillaging. He’s silent in his approach, his victim unaware of his presence, and the impending doom that would consume it whole.

"Sephiran Saxe"

She felt his restrained fury, like a heat radiating from him. His whispered words sank into her, a promise of bloodshed that made her heart hammer with a dark, childish glee. And for all intents and purposes, she was a child. Just a really morbid one.

She moved with him, a shadow clinging to his side, every step as quiet as the anticipation growing within her. The thought of flesh yielding beneath her claws, of that soft, warm spill of blood, was an allure she couldn’t resist. Her father was a force of pure, unfiltered strength—a storm with teeth and claws honed over endless conquest. And in that moment, she was a hungry echo of his savagery, an eager witness to the artistry of his destruction.

She watched as he closed in on the bloated creature, her mind drifting to what the feel of that rubbery skin would be like in her maw. Ravana waited, her fangs gleaming in the dim light, barely able to hold back her excitement. And as Sephiran reached his target, she felt herself drawn forward, insatiable in her desire to see what her father could do.


"Ravana Seraphim Saxe"