touch the flame

Following the reunion of heathens, Sephiran had kept a close eye on the boy who followed Elysia. Claiming he was her brother, and yet she had arrived to the continent without him. Was it much different than he and his siblings? Still, Sephiran wasn’t convinced he was worthy. Not until he tested the boy himself. And so, as dawn broke the horizon, illuminating the nighttime sky with an array of orange and yellow hues, Sephiran emerged from the shadows. Following Ezekiel’s scent, tracking him through the Polar Sound- and finding him alone, sauntering through the territory.

Sephiran was forward in his advance- domineering, haughty, powerful. Attempting to approach Ezekiel from the front, pelt bristling and teeth bared. It was obvious that this wasn’t meant to be a casual interaction. He had warned him during the creation of their group, that he would need to prove his worth. “Ezekiel,” He said, demanding his attention. Coaxing him to initiate a battle- and if he didn’t, Sephiran would attack first.  

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