Hazy

Rhazien couldn’t help but laugh at the younger male’s response, the sound resinating deep from within his chest, bubbling through that sly smirk spread across his lips. It was amusing really, because he saw so much Saxe in the boy- he was the consequence of misery and exploitation, and yet he’d been groomed by a loving paw and had grown into a formidable monstrosity. “Hmmm, you sound like Sephiran.” He mused aloud, recalling the countless times he’d seen the boy collecting herbs, if only to use them to create toxic concoctions he wanted to kill others with.

And of course, the conversation would shift to their dearest little tyrant- Caedes wanting to know what part he’d need to play. “That depends,” He’d say, beating around the bush, preforming in his typical, cryptic fashion. “Why did you leave Saffron?” A simple question he’d been dying to know- why did the male leave the sanctuary of Apollyon’s rule?

”Speech”