megalomania

Now that Rhazien had seen the moor with his own eyes, he understood why Sephiran had been so drawn to it. The territory itself was quite large, granting enough room for their growing band to stretch its legs. And the mist that encompassed the domain, well, it was… mystical in a sense- adding an ethereal aura, which made it seem like treasures were hiding within. But instead, there were only demons. And the surplus of herbs and poisons was certainly a plus, even if he didn’t have indepth knowledge of it all. Sephiran and his little pet did though- which meant they could harvest this place thoroughly before moving on to the next. With each place they inhabited, they claimed something as their own- plundering resources until there was nothing left, in their own gluttonous fashion.

And out of everything in the moor, Rhazien was most intrigued by the ancient circle of stones hidden in the heart of the territory. Purposeless structures now, but they must have held some meaning in the past. They towered over himself, seeming to reach up into the misty sky- a display of perseverance and strength, even against the test of time. They could be seen even from a distance in the moor- the stone materializing in front of him, as he approached.

Oh. His lips pulled back into a sly, pseudo smile- the scent of the dearest Absinth floating around in the hazy air. Her monochrome body materialized shortly after- moving along the perimeter of the pillars, observing them for herself. Moving forward, he leaned up against one of them- waiting for Absinth to finish her walking, because it would place her directly in front of him. Unless she changed her course. “Absinth.” He’d say, voice almost a purr, once she noticed him. “How lovely to see you enjoying our moor.” Of course, his tone was quipped with sarcasm- though the look in his eyes, made it known he was up for a game of bantering or… more, if she willed it.  

"Rhazien Saxe"