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Sephiran

The Syndicate
Sultan

Master Fighter (380)

Master Healer (245)

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age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
1560
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
427
player
Aislyn

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03-25-2023, 08:20 PM (This post was last modified: 03-25-2023, 08:23 PM by Sephiran. Edited 1 time in total.)

Some time had passed since Sephiran last saw the pirate boy he had met at the beginning of the season. The two of them had struck an odd type of… friendship? Companionship? He wasn’t even sure what to call it. He still considered the boy to be disposable, but he couldn’t deny the fun they had when they were together. They both shared a love for gluttony and bloodshed, which didn’t seem to be a common theme on this new continent. He had also been the first wolf who invited him into his packlands, which was something the Saxe boy couldn’t pass up. He was curious about the pirate crew, how they operated, and what their dynamic was. If they truly withheld treasures, women, and booze ripe for the taking, Sephiran wanted to see it for himself.

He made his way towards the southeastern beach, following the directions Aresenn had given him. He made the journey in a day's time and waited until sunset to venture toward the borders. Aresenn had told him there would be a large fire at the gathering, which would release plumes of smoke to act as a beacon. It was easy to spot the glow of the fire, even a few miles off. So, when he saw it, he didn’t hesitate to cross the borders and gravitate toward it. There was an array of scents all around him. He tried to depict different scents, to get an idea of just how many wolves lived here. But with the sea salt and sulfur intertwining with the smells, it was hard to decipher an estimate.

As he neared the gathering, he could hear the voices of many wolves, along with a melody of sounds he had never heard before. Music. It seemed otherworldly, and made him curious. So odd. As he entered the clearing, he stopped to take in the scene. Multiple wolves of all shapes and colors, along with other animals, were standing around, drinking and eating different things. He picked out Aresenn rather quickly, who was lingering on the outskirts of the party. He strode over to the boy, coming up to his right to stand beside him. “Whose in charge.” He asked, his tone sounding more like a command than a question. He wanted to know who the alpha was right off the bat, to know who was in charge of holding the reins. But really he wanted to know what he was up against.

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