When Absinth didn’t immediately answer, Sephiran interpreted the pause as a moment of hesitation. But the assumption was proven false, as he watched her swallow down the chunk of flesh she had in her mouth. It brought a smirk to his inky lips - she could have easily spit it out, but swallowing it down was something he would have done. And, if Sephiran was anything, he was a man who enjoyed when others followed in his paw steps, so long as they were behind him. There’s nothing else I’d rather fight for. What a strong pledge for someone who just met him. I am more than a mere scavenger. His tail lowered a bit, aligning with his hips but the bristling of his pelt remained. “We will see.” A simple response, one that made it clear this wouldn’t be her only test of loyalty and strength. There were many more to come.
What will you mold me into? His gaze was unwavering as he stared down at her, alit with maniacal pleasure. Another body added to his ploy for dominion, especially one so willing to be fabricated in his image was enthralling. Good work Aresenn. “Aresenn will determine a use for you.” Sephiran had other tasks to attend to, such as recruiting more bodies for their cause. And, given that Aresenn seemed to be the catalyst in this dynamic, it would be his responsibility to ensure this girl morphed into something useful. “As for me-“ He leaned in closer, wanting to hover his face above her own… close enough so the breath from his nostrils would sway the bloodied hair on her face. “I want a metamorphosis- evolve into something I don’t want to kill.” In other words, something with enough purpose to mitigate his blood lust. Like Aresenn. But of course, that would only come in time.
Shifting his gaze to Aresenn, he expected little to no response. And, if the two of them had nothing else to say, Sephiran didn’t either. No more words. He wanted to see action from the both of them.
"Sephiran Saxe"
Knight
Poison Master
