Loathe the way They Light Candles in Rome

Sephiran

One… two… three…. Drawing in a deep breath, Sephiran was nearly sitting on the edge of his seat, high on elation and adrenaline. Four… five… six… Again he counted, paws covered in blood and sinew, sorting through a mangled heap of flesh and bone. Seven… eight… nine… ten… At his feet was the mutilated body of a fox, smothered in crimson, steam rising from the fresh carnage. He had used his knife to crack open the chest cavity, and was breaking ribs off the sternum one by one. Thirteen… Thirteen on one side, twenty-six in total. His pelt bristled, primal in nature, as his body responded to the inflation of his ego. I discovered this all on my own. Me, ME! Laughter bubbled from his jaws, a single brow raising as he looked down at the creature. “No more ribs for you.” His voice was sing-song-like, as he waived one of the bones over the dead fox’s face, as if it would suddenly spring back to life and beg for it back.

Content in his play, Sephirain had entertained himself for quite some time. But eventually, all playtime had to come to an end. Aresenn’s voice rang out from the entrance of the Polar Sound, commanding in nature and Sephiran couldn’t help but sneer. What now? If it had anything to do with Absinth’s shortcomings, he would be pissed. But, if Aresenn was bringing him another plaything, well… he would be thrilled. Placing his blade back in its sheath, Sephiran licked the remaining sinew off the bone in his paw before carelessly tossing it into the snow. Motioning for his falcon to follow from the sky, he left his playground behind and made his way towards the call.

Emerging from the tree line, Sephiran heard their voices before he saw them. The odd thing was, one of the voices didn’t belong to Absinth- it was feminine in tone, but familiar for some reason. More curious than ever, the young Saxe loped into the small clearing, focusing on the crimson silhouette first before shifting to the one at his side. She was placing something on the ground, encircling it before lying down. Still covered in blood from the chest down, Sephrain was certainly a sight for sore eyes - depending on the audience.

~~”So tell me. Do you always do his dirty work? Or is this just a one-time thing.~~ Air rushed from his nostrils, creating a bull-like snort, before he attempted to counter before Aresenn could. “Another plaything, Aresenn?” He questioned while studying the girl, memories flooding his mind. Black fur, purple eyes, white underbelly, and white front paws. Now he knew why she was recognizable - he had met her before. “I’ve seen this one before… is she for you, or for me?" Similar to what he asked about Absinth, he wanted to know why she was here, and why Aresenn summoned him. Basically, was she their new prey? Or, was she another body to command?

"Aresenn" & "Sephiran"

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