The Pact

As Sephiran walked along the banks of the Polar Sound, snow from the neighboring mountains trickled down from their peaks, casting the territory in a continuous swirl of snowflake flurries. The night sky was clear despite this, which meant Sephiran was able to navigate using the constellations should he need to. But tonight, he had no intentions of leaving this frigid wasteland. Not until he obtained what he came looking for. On most nights, there was only one thing plaguing his mind.

A small girl, swathed in an array of charcoal tones, accented in blues and greens that resembled the northern lights. A girl who evaded him, mocked him, dared to laugh in the face of his superiority. A girl who needed to be broken. Aurelia consumed his thoughts, her presence - or disappearance rather- serving as a constant reminder that he had failed to obtain her. It drove him to the point of madness, and spiraled him into days of binging and ravaging the forests in the pursuit of agony and death, just to satiate his disdain for her. Did she even know how manic she made him?

It had been nearly an entire season since their last encounter, which ended with Sephiran alone in the volcanic labyrinth while the ghost of her vanished into thin air. Whether that was a real interaction or not, Sephiran still didn’t know. And since then, he hadn’t been able to trace her scent in any of the northern territories. Until now. He caught the herbal aroma that accompanied her pelt lingering near the remains of a mountain goat, and had been following it through the mountain passes ever since. It led him down the ridge and into the Polar Sound, where it slowly became stronger with each mile he traveled. Tonight it was the strongest it had been thus far, indicating she was in the area.

Like a buzzard drawn to a carcass, Sephiran hunted Aurelia down until he arrived in time to witness a rather unusual scene. Five piles of kindling material that created a shape of some sort were alit with a flame, casting a glow that resonated for several yards in each direction. In the middle was a larger flame, and beside that was a figure draped in the pristine hide of a white mountain goat.

Beyond the smell of herbs, kindling materials, and Aurelia’s general perfume, Sephiran picked up the scent of blood. Words were being spoken in an unknown language, the voice belonging to none-other than the girl he was looking for. Sephiran couldn’t help himself; empowered by his grandiosity, he strode forward, making sure to trample through one of her dwindling fires to extinguish it entirely. “Well now,” He crooned, attempting to walk directly into her and collide their bodies hard enough to shove her forward. Whether she fell into her beloved fire or not, Sephiran didn’t care. He just wanted to hurt her. “I can help you with that.” He was referring to the blood he smelt, though he couldn’t initially tell where it was coming from. With a guttural snarl, his jaws splayed and he attempted to grab her from behind, where her shoulder met her neck on her right side.


"Sephiran Saxe"