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”Flattery will get you everywhere.” Ahh, yes, it will. Rhazien had discovered this long ago, in the midst of his childhood- seeing his father adore his trinkets, bestowing them upon his children to entice them with forsaken love. His uncle Basilisk, who used sex and attachment as an extension to his ideals, always having a harlot or two on his arm at every family event… only to rip their throats out days later if they disobeyed. They were powerful figures to look up to. Manipulation in the sense of temptation was an easy way to satiate both greed and unrelenting hunger- which was why he spent so much time perfecting the art.

And of course, in the light of praise and admiration, Rhazien found himself most at home. ”Oh, uncle Rhaz,” His pelt started to bristle, animalistic in nature and serving as a reflex to her breathless words. ”All this for little ol’ me?” Flattery and gift-giving had always been his forte, which Yarra remembered from her childhood he assumed. Nodding his head a single time before motioning toward the cougar, he shot her another smile, one painted with bloodlust and encouragement. “Perhaps we can split it?” Not one to share his prizes, it was a bit uncharacteristic for him to offer such a deal. But for his darling niece, Rhazien would do anything.

Watching her slink off into the underbrush, Rhazien felt a wave of pride crawl up his spine. Apollyon’s brood was doing so well. It was every Saxe father’s dream to witness their child partake in unrelenting bloodlust and satiation - it made him wonder, what his brother would see if he was here to see Yarra in action. She was tactical in her approach too, not in the sense of trying to hide her presence. But she knew how to maneuver around the agile feline, until she was able to ensnare its tail between her vicious jaws.

As she tore the tail off, the roar that emanated from the cougar was nearly deafening, and blood splattered across her face before soaking her maw and upper chest. “Ahh, there’s the beautiful girl.” Rhazien decided he would be a bystander no more. Striding forward, the Saxe brute attempts to lunge at the cougar head-on, wanting to capture its attention to provide a diversion for Yarra. Whatever she chose to do next, Rhazien would fall in suit. This was her toy, after all.  

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