Schizophrenic Fever Dreams

At first, Aresenn maintained eye contact with the Saxe boy- refusing to acknowledge the unconscious individual in a heap on the ground. Though, eventually he gave into the desire to stare- his attention shifting to the scrap of fur that lay at the mercy of her captor. Sephiran explained that it would only be a matter of time before awaking, and assured him that she would run. Though, he was kind of surprised that Seph would allow that from her the way he carried on about his habits.

It didn’t require any prompting to get further of an explanation. She was going to be allowed to run- only to be hunted down again. The first thought to cross his mind was, who would come looking for this girl? He considered asking Sephiran, but then he quickly came to the conclusion that the other boy likely didn’t care. There was no plan- no pre-meditation. No safe guards in place that he was aware of- and that part made Aresenn a little uneasy. Though as he looked down as the meager thing- groaning in the pain of her condition. Something clicked in the back of his mind. The Praetor boy heard the distant echoes of something- his ears flicked as he struggled to make out the words. Though, he didn’t dare look away. The conscious decision was made to intentionally not think of her as anything more than the prey it was. The anticipation was there leftover from the individual he had encountered in the pines from earlier that day … she had looked like a wolf as well- but she was in fact not. He hadn’t understood the blood lust then. Though as Sephiran kept enticing him to play a game, he was certainly intrigued now. “Okay … I’ll give it a go.”

With a few moments of hesitance, Aresenn casually moved out of the immediate path towards the heart of the mines. He approached Seph’s side, though his attention remained on the prey. A growl emanated from the back of his mind that didn’t quite sound like his own. He twitched an ear, but didn’t allow his attention to wane. He wasn’t nearly as enticed as  Sephiran … though, there was no denying the desire to chase.

"Aresenn Praetor"