Only the Good Die Young

Even with the sickness lingering in his chest, Aresenn was as coy as ever. He retorted with another sly comment, flashing Sephiran a half-sided grin before following his instruction to eat the herbs. “Not preferred, but it’s useful.” He said in response, thinking back to his recent experiences with poisons. Over the last season, he had been sharpening his skills, both physical and medicinal. Having experimented on playthings he caught in the wild, or slaughtering whatever poor mama crossed his path, Sephiran had become more proficient in his means of murder.

At the mention of a near drowning, Sephiran’s ears twitched upon his skull before turning forward to show interest in the statement. “I thought you could swim.” It wasn’t necessarily an insult, just him musing aloud in response. Intaking water into your lungs created a cocktail of trouble, given it created the perfect environment for infection to grow in.

Sephiran didn’t respond to Aresenn’s thanks. He just huffed before plopping into the ground in front of him, before he went to work on licking his paws to warm them up a bit. “There is someone here I want.” He replied in a matter-of-fact manner, not caring to beat around the bush. Aurelia was a prize he would relentlessly pursue until he was successful in obtaining her. And he would do whatever it took to ensure he was successful in his pursuit. “What’s happened in the last season? You’ve been gone.” If anything eventful had happened, Sephiran wanted to know. And, after they caught up a bit, Sephiran would tell Aresenn of his plan… and the former pirate would have the choice to decide if he wanted to join Sephiran on his path of destruction, or go their separate ways for good.

-end w/ them catching up-

"Sephiran Saxe"