Over Cooked

As Cifarelli shifted before him, Rhazen kept his gaze on the boy, noting his mannerisms in case his mood suddenly shifted. He knew he was unpredictable at times, hot-headed and impulsive. And although he didn’t suspect Cifarelli would turn on him, he couldn’t disregard the possibility. It was part of his nature after all. Rhazien had dealt with Apollyon’s brood their entire lives and knew how to handle outbursts. Which was why he was enticing the boy with different means of satiating his bloodlust.

”Is that even a question to ask?” Rhazien’s smirk grew wider, revealing more of his fangs. Once the boy sauntered over to him, he would motion towards one of the passageways. His nostrils quivered, inhaling the scent of the coyote deep within the cavern. And, once Cifarelli was ready, they would descend into its depths.

”We’ve only been here so long and I have grown a liking to this place.” A hum rumbled inside of Rhazien, as he pondered the thought of building a home base in this place. “If you like it here, we can make it our common grounds?” He offered, before adding a preliminary. "That’s if your sisters all agree, of course.” He flashed him another smirk, imagining what that encounter may be like. They disputed things on their own now that they were adults, and Rhazien enjoyed watching it.


When he asked if Rhazien found Sephiran, his smirk faded off. “Not yet.” He admitted as they came around a bend in the passage, which opened up into another cavern. Lava was weeping from breaks in the walls, pooling onto the floor which created fractured cracks at their paws. He suddenly stopped, the sound of pups whimpering catching his attention. His ears tipped forward, honing on the sound, which was emanating from a smaller grotto in the sub-terrain. “There.” He motioned its his muzzle towards it, wanting Cifarelli to take the lead. “She’s all yours.” He stepped to the side, wanting the boy to rip the coyote out of its hiding place.  

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