Even the gods envy mortals

Shortly after Sephiran released his summons, Aresenn and Absinth were quick to respond. The former pirate was the first to arrive- emerging from the treeline in a saunter, surveying the new faces in the crowd. Recalling his conversation with the brute, Sephiran figured he could assemble the pieces. This was the family he warned him about. Providing Aresenn with a silent nod, one meant to show acknowledgment. Sepiran then turned his gaze back to the tree line, the movement of a monochromatic silhouette catching his eye. Absinth.

Arriving right after Aresenn, gravitating towards him, but leaving enough space to imply their individuality. Providing her with a nod as well - though, there wasn’t the same level of amiability as he shared with Aresenn- he acknowledged her arrival. Turning back to the group, he was ready to give his announcement. But one more wolf slithered their way out of the woodwork. Kaino, the singular daughter of his uncle Kaiden. They had been raised in Saffron together, and shared similar ideals- but the girl had always been a little off, just like her father. What a pleasant surprise. “Kaino.” He said, roving her frame with his gaze, hungrily devouring the curvature of the woman she had grown into. If she were here to assist in building the new kingdom, he would welcome her.

Turning away from them all, Sephiran leaped onto a nearby boulder, using it as a momentary pedestal. Sweeping his gaze between them, ears twitching at the side conversations happening amongst the bunch. He released a low, authoritative growl that demanded their attention. “From this day on, we will act as one- honing our skills, satisfying our... lusts.” A short pause, before he continued. “We will control this territory for the spring season. Each of you will report anything of significance to me.” Sephiran was claiming the role of leader, without allowing the others to protest. And, if one of them dared to challenge him for it. He would respond with unrelenting violence. “If any of you choose to deny this opportunity.” His eyes narrowed, brows furrowing, as his lips peeled back into a snarl. “You will be condemned.” A single threat, on which Sephiran didn’t need to elaborate. Those who came from Saffron knew the punishments for treason and disloyalty- and Absinth and Aresenn were smart enough to make assumptions.

Surveying their faces, searching for reactions. He wanted to see if anyone was going to try and break away. Who would be bold enough to reject his offer? Surely they hadn't come all this way, only to flee in the face of dominion. “Tonight, we will slaughter the neighboring caribou, in commemoration of this reunion.” Another pause. "And in the days to follow. I will decide a purpose for each of you." Ranks would need to be sorted out, and tasks delegated. But for now, Sephiran was testing the waters, wanting to see who would pledge their loyalty to him.


"Sephiran Saxe"