The Aftermath

His tail flicked behind him, tapping against the cavern floor a few times to emit a ticking sound. A sign of indifference, because whether or not Aurelia comprehended his thought process, didn’t matter to him. His grandiose delusions beckoned sweet nothings in his ears, telling him he was an infallible creature… one who could manipulate and mold the world around him, until it met his expectations and he could thrive. This meant claiming what he wanted and destroying what opposed him... just as a god in the heavens would do, or the devil in hell for the latter.

Sephiran was shifting in and out of his thoughts, still high on the elation of his mood that transpired after last night's events. Aurelia mentioned something about septic shock, laying-here, what now. Her sentences jumbled themselves in his head. With another exaggerated huff Sephrian glanced towards his falcon, who was perched on a boulder at the mouth of the cavern. With a single nod, the bird was off, his eyes tracing its movement as it flew off into the forest in search of what he wanted.

As he turned his attention back to her, he was lulling over his aspirations and how he would use her to obtain them. “You’re quite dramatic.” Another downplay of the situation, which was entirely psychotic. “But if you must know,” His tongue slipped past his fangs to slide across his lips, removing some of the crusted blood in his whiskers. Delicious. “You’ll be playing a part in my creation.” He spared her the details for now, assuming she was too much of a peasant to understand the necessity of hierarchy and dominion. "Once the pieces come together, you'll understand.” Members of his family came to mind. He knew they would be drawn to him eventually, and assist him in creating another Saxe kingdom. It was an innate desire that resided in all of the Saxe lineage.

The falcon suddenly returned with a small bundle of miscellaneous herbs clutched in its talons. Descending to the floor before hopping over to Aurelia, it set them down in front of her before hopping back a few feet. ”Almost dead, almost dead. But not yet!” It’s voice was sing-song-like, yet it was insulting and sarcastic. The falcon was an ornery little creature, one who enjoyed watching Sephiran’s antics and encouraged them… which was why he tolerated it being around. “For now, you only have one purpose-“ He suddenly rolled onto his belly and stood on his feet, sauntering towards her to possessively hover. “-entertain me.” He wanted to see her face clearly, needed to watch her squirm and pack her wounds with whatever concoction she would make with what he provided…. Because that would entertain him.

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