Slice em & Dice em

To the Saxe boy, it was unusual that she didn’t immediately shy away from his domineering exterior. He was used to women being subservient, given that most of the females back home served a single purpose in the pack. Unless they were a Saxe, of course. But not even that gave them the power to stand before a male in contempt. So, he found her body language to be surprising, and the scornful tone in which she replied. At the mention of her father having fangs, his head cocked slightly, lips twitching as they nearly contorted into a sneer. An image of Apollyon, his father, flashed inside of his mind. Could this girl be a sibling of his?

It was a grand assumption, given that fangs weren’t all too rare. But, that was a fact Sephiran hadn’t learned just yet. “Hmpf” He grumbled, and attempted to take another step toward her. It was meant to make her uncomfortable, as he wanted to further invade her personal space. To warrant a response. “So does my father.” He mused aloud, before asking a question out of impulsive curiosity. “Does he live here?” He wasn’t going to outright ask if Apollyon was her father. It was slim, given that she had no purple in her coat. But not impossible. “Or do you only know of him?" What was also possible, was that she only knew of her father, and had been born from a whore.

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