Armani Suits, and Crocodile Boots

Like Aresenn, the Saxe boy had fallen into a deep slumber after exerting more energy than he was used to. Killing the mother had taken a lot out of him, but taking the time to slaughter her offspring had left him feeling exhausted. He woke up several hours after the event, not much later than his… companion? Or whatever the other boy had started to become. It was quite uncommon for Sephiran to spend so much time with someone who wasn’t part of his family. But if he wanted to build his own kingdom, he would need to build relationships with others, he supposed. Even if they were superficial and disposable.

For a while he lay there, listening to the sounds around him, debating on getting up or falling back asleep. And when he heard what sounded like Aresenn messing with the croc’s dead body, he felt the need to intrude. After stretching and shaking the dirt from his pelt, he walked over to the boy who had shoved a rock in the croc’s mouth. He appeared to be studying its mouth, and Sephiran wanted to know why. He cast an expectant glance at the boy, figuring he would explain himself.


"Speech"