Bloody Ransom

When Sephiran informed him of Kaino’s ploys, Rhazien was both irritated and proud of his sweet niece's devious little act. She’d done well to kidnap the alpha’s son on her own - though, he wished she would have at least consulted him first, seeing they were both politicians - but it was far too late for that now. Because of her ruse, the band was forced to put themselves in a vulnerable position - follow through and anticipate bloodshed, or cower in the shadows of the Moor and hope this alpha didn’t seek vengeance. Of course, Rhazien didn’t foresee the latter. He knew of the grandiosity that raged inside of his nephew, and the bloodlust that compelled him to march his band to Norad’s borders. Sephiran was ready to meet resistance with tooth and claw- an all out war, if the Norad king wished it. And as his confidant, Rhazien would follow in tow- ready to risk his life, if it meant appeasing the young Sultan. This was his brother’s dream, after all, and Rhazien would see it through until his last day.

As they approached the borders of Norad, Rhazien pulled his grizzly coat tighter over his shoulders- caressing his obsidian-plated fangs with his tongue, musing of the taste of blood splashing across his pallet. Of course, they would see if diplomacy prevailed over bloodshed- and if it didn’t, Rhazien was ready to fight alongside his kin and their peers. Even Absinth seemed equally ready for a hostile takeover. Shifting his gaze to Sephiran and the prisoner, Rhazien studied them for a moment- taking in the primal aggression oozing from his nephew, which brought on a wave of pride. Then, he turned to survey their surroundings- muscles tensing beneath his pelt, readying himself to launch an assault at any given moment.  


"Rhazien Saxe"