Conjecture and Gloom

Sauntering through the new terrain, Rhazien was drawn away from the shoreline in pursuit of a sickly sweet smell. His intentions had been to scope out the territory, as he swore he caught a hint of Sephiran’s musk in the area. It was so distinctive, like his father's. Intertwined with the suspicious cologne, was something almost as exciting. Female pheromones, blood, sex. All of the things that excited Rhazien to the core. And, being a creature of habit, he couldn’t help but put the task of looking for Sephiran on hold, so he could satiate his curiosity and investigate. What treasure would he find, he wondered?  

His pursuit brought him to the base of the mountain range, where miscellaneous caverns and dens had been weathered into the hillside. The scent of blood was stale, which was a slight disappointment. But the cologne of his nephew was stronger, which was promising. Following it up to the mouth of a cavern, Rhazien lingered at the opening for a moment, listening for movement inside.

“Sephiran?” The name brought on an immediate reaction, his lips curling into a wide, devilish smirk as an eyebrow rose. How lucky he was. Unable to wait any longer, Rhazien crept through the opening of the den, allowing his eyes to adjust to the bleak lighting. His gaze settled on the heap of grey and azure fur in the back of the cavern, head cocking slightly as he analyzed the girl. She looked like a toy alright. Meaning Sephiran was here. “My, you don’t look so good, little lady.” It wasn’t meant as a taunt, but an honest observation.

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