Killer in the Mirror

Trailing along the borders of the Polar Sound, Rhazien was fortifying the scent markers, and enjoying the warmth of the midmorning sun. After this, he had plans of gathering a group to hunt down one of the residential caribou- but alas, he would have to put it off until the evening. Just as he finished his rounds, a call rang out within the valley- a feminine voice, harmonious and sing-song-like, requesting his presence. It belonged to the girl he was vaguely familiar with- Elysia, the claimed cousin of the younger Saxe brood. He’d meant to spend more time with her alone- only to prod at the mechanics of her mind, to assess her loyalty and determine if she was a worthy ally, or a fault in their armor.

So, having her initiate an encounter, made things easier for the brute. Leaving the border behind, he sauntered through the forest. Stopping to inspect things along the way, and eventually appearing before the girl. As he approached, his gaze roved across her frame- trickling even to the intimate areas, enjoying the beauty of her youthful body. Her supple curvature, dark pelt, piercing amethyst eyes- it excited him. “Elysia,” He rumbled, offering her a greeting, along with a sly, devilish smile. “What can I do for you?” She had summoned him for a reason, he assumed.  

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