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Trouble on the Way



Sephiran

The Syndicate
Sultan

Master Fighter (380)

Master Healer (245)

An icon representing the specialty Knight Knight

An icon representing the specialty Poison Master Poison Master

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
1601
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
434
player
Aislyn

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04-19-2023, 12:33 PM

All of a sudden, Sephiran wasn’t alone. He smelt a change in the breeze before he heard the rustling of paws wading through underbrush. The smell was offsetting because it was unfamiliar to him. But it seemed like a mixture of multiple herbs, smoke, and the pheromones of a girl. Ears swiveled forward upon his skull, his gaze sweeping across the edge of the bank, anticipating the arrival of a stranger. And when she finally appeared, he couldn’t stop the impulsive smirk that pulled at the corner of his lips. Even in his disheveled state, the narcissistic boy felt compelled to make her attention fall on him. So he stood there, straightening up his posture, as his tail rose to align with his hips in a display of dominance.

He watched her stumble towards the creek, which made him wonder if something was wrong with her. If she were one of those types of wolves… overpowering her would be that much easier. And when she bent down to take a drink, his eyes fervently roved over her body, like a predator observing prey. He traced the curvature of her frame, his mind conjuring scenarios of where this encounter could lead them. Of the things he could do to her.

“Rough night?” She was the first to break the silence between them, her eyes lifting to cast him a sideways glance. They were a bit groggy, as if she had just woken up. But, despite that, they captivated him with their hue of cyan that matched the markings on her face and nape. “I was wondering what had the buzzard circling.” Snarky little thing. Sephiran started to walk towards her, splashing water in the wake of his stride. “They must have known you were going to run into me.” He retorted, attempting to stand at her side, to loom over her. The weird smell he had found earlier was rolling off her pelt in waves. Interesting. “But they can’t have you just yet.” Lips peeled back into another sneer, one that eerily revealed most of the teeth inside of his mouth, and served as a forewarning. He wouldn’t let her go just yet, and he wouldn’t let this turn into another pack girl and her dad situation.

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