Orange & Black

Caedes moved with stealthy grace as he traversed the sandstone valley, eyes scanning for the quarry he sought. The heavy scent of the tiger lingered in the air, the challenge that drew him to the gully in the first place. With each careful step, he closed the gap between himself and his elusive prey, his senses guiding him through the carved canyons all the while.

As he neared the source of the scent, another familiar scent caught on the turning breeze – a scent he had not encountered in years. Sephiran. He knew this would happen eventually, what with his coming forward to greet Rhazien at that challenge. The presence of his cousin hung in the air, causing a wicked grin to spread across the brute’s face. But there was no time for sentimentality, no room for hesitation. As Sephiran's scent mingled with that of the tiger, Caedes knew that the moment of reckoning had arrived. With a low growl rumbling in his chest, he launched himself into action, his movements graceful despite his stature. He charged ahead, certain that if he waited too long the change in the wind would give him away.

And the tiger did sense his approach, its amber eyes narrowing in shocked defiance as it whirled on him. He launched himself at the beast, the weaponry within his maw clamping down fiercely unto the cat’s shoulder as it snarled and slashed at the brute. Fangs clashed, fur flew, and the valley echoed with the sounds of their struggle. What better way to greet his long lost cousin, than with a bloodbath? Sephiran liked those, didn’t he?