Bloody Ransom

Seconds felt like eons as they passed- Sephiran growing impatient, which became evident in how he shifted his weight back and forth. His toes flexed, as he dug his claws into the soft earth- fantasizing about the feeling of flesh tearing into shreds between his teeth. In truth, the young tyrant hoped the Norad king would defy him- only to fuel his desire of adorning these lands in blood, in pursuit of slaughtering any who stood against him. His acidic green and amethyst eyes shifted to the prisoner- compulsion eating away at the edges of his brain, as it took every fiber of his being not to slice the boy’s throat out of carnal bloodlust.

And finally, the underbrush in the distance started to rustle- followed by the emergence of a large male wolf, who resembled the pup Kaino had abducted. The alpha, no doubt. He introduced himself as the Artifex of Norad before getting straight to the point- the ransom over his son. Shifting his gaze to Kaino, who’d orchestrated this entire scheme and requested she see it through and deliver him his crown, Sephiran gave her a single nod- allowing her to speak freely, but not in his place - because she aspired to become one of his lead diplomats.

The terms of their exchange were laid out for the Artifex of Norad- Kaino sparing no details, as she made the male’s options quite clear. Surrender, or be slaughtered. Kaino shifted her gaze to him then. Asking if she’d missed anything, in which Sephiran pulled back his lips to reveal more of his saber fangs- the bloodlust rushing through his frame almost inebriating. He leaned in closer to the imprisoned boy- enveloping him with his murderous aura, wanting to ignite a fresh wave of panic inside the helpless father. "All of your possessions stay- they are mine now." A paw rose, and it drew a rough outline near the boy's face- trailing down from his jaw to his throat, where it lingered near the location of the pulsating, arterial artery. His dagger was itching to come out of its sheath- Sephiran wanted to dig the blade straight into Nolan’s face, if only to hear him scream for his father. In truth, the potential of obtaining a kingdom was the only thing keeping Sephiran at bay- he could even feel Rhazien's eyes boring into his flesh, reminding him not to act carelessly.

And then, the clearing was consumed by silence- the next seconds of their interaction becoming the deciding factor of whether or not this boy lived to see another day.

"Speech"