Bloody Ransom

Utilizing Kaino’s navigational skills and allowing her to guide them into the foreign domain, Sephiran led his band of heathens into the southern region, with their Norad prisoner in tow. Before leaving the Moor, they’d all adorned their battle gear and coated their weapons in venom- readying themselves, should this encounter turn into a full-out war. Of course, Sephiran was prepared to indulge in bloodshed, should the alpha of Norad deny him his crown. He fantasized about it really- a crude, satanic grin pulling at his lips, daydreams of an all-out war running wild in his mind. The ultimate climax of a distraught father sprawled across the mutilated remains of his child, the mangled bodies of his pack mates scattered behind him.  It was so fucking exhilarating- arousing, even. Which made the fervor boil hotter in his abdomen.

They arrived at the borders of the Cedar Falls around mid-morning, exhibiting a show of force with their domineering and hostile appearance. Of course, Sephiran took his place in front of his band, the Norad prince standing beside him, close enough to be sliced by his obsidian blade, if need be. For now, the boy was uninjured, thanks to Kaino - which Sephiran didn’t completely understand, but he’d dwell on that later - and he’d been commanded to remain quiet during the altercation. Once everyone was settled, Sephiran raised his muzzle to the sky- demanding the presence of Norad King.

"Speech"