Teddy Bear Picnic

Before Sephiran knew it the season had changed, which meant the young Saxe pup had finally become a yearling. He could care less about how the weather was altered; but it was somewhat interesting to him, how this new place seemed to be in the spring season, while farther south had transitioned into fall. Whatever the cause for that, he would never know. But it was something he took note of regardless. And, what was even more intriguing to him, was that the small fangs that had sprouted in the winter had finally grown past his bottom jaw. They weren’t as long as his father’s just yet, but it was only a matter of time until they rivaled those of the Saxe Sultan. The saber fangs were a trait that had erupted in his father, for unknown reasons. And, to his knowledge, Sephiran was the only child who had received the trait… which made him further believe he was a prodigy, meant to rule over the lesser beings of this earth. A god who had manifested in the flesh of the Saxe child. Or so he grandiosity told him.

His thirst for knowledge and power was what possessed him to cross the small land strip that cut through the ocean. Beyond this passageway was a ridge where the ocean and the river met. It provided the perfect environment to form a dense forest at the banks of the water, teeming with life that the boy could hear all around him. Though, nothing in particular stood out as he trailed along the edge of the water, silently wondering if the girl with the overly protective parents would show up. This went on for a while, and towards the end of his journey, he contemplated stopping to rest. But finally, something exciting presented itself to him.

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