you like the taste of lion, kid?

Sauntering deeper into the crypt, Rhazien used his senses to guide him through the corridors- noting the rotting carcasses and piles of bones from animals who’d ventured here and gotten lost. He could hear the clicking of nails against the stone ground, and could smell the pungent musk of feline piss which made his snout crinkle. What he found off, was that he could hear something walking. But, felines tended to slink around on silent paws, because their claws were retractable. Perhaps, he wasn’t alone?

Suddenly, a voice called out from the catacombs- beaconing him forward, inviting him to come and play. It was followed with a manic, child-like giggle- one that reminded him of his dear nephew Sephiran. He couldn’t help but laugh himself- the guttural sound echoing off the walls, seeping deeper into the passageways. Picking up his pace, he loped through the darkness, following the scent of the lion until he ran into the boy first. The glimmer of steel caught his eye- shimmering in the low light, as an axe was held between the jaws of a young pup. Staring down at the boy, a thought crossed his mind- how in the hell did he keep running into kids?

There wasn’t time for introductions, just yet. The lion they sought suddenly appeared, slinking forward and yowling at them, as if they would become its prey. Snarling back and baring his serrated fangs, Rhazien issued a challenge- waiting for the feline to strike, and hoping the boy wouldn’t get in the way and become the lion's next meal.  
"Rhazien Saxe"