Is it a pleasure to meet you though?

Every step Sephiran took was predatory and primal- shoulders exaggeratedly rolling forward, muscle groups flexing beneath his thick pelt, while his jaws fell open and his tongue rolled across the roof of his mouth. Already fantasizing about the taste of this boy’s blood. Oh, how he longed for the boy to make the error- to adjust his posture and dangle a toe just over the territory line, naive to the bloodlust that boiled inside the Syndicate Sultan. Still, Rhazien warned him not to attack every wolf who approached the borders. They needed more bodies to control, more minds to corrupt- but trespassing was a direct betrayal of the laws of The Syndicate- and Sephiran intended to enforce his laws viciously and relentlessly.

But of course, this was based on the premise that a rouge at his borders would treat Sephiran with the respect he demanded- but this boy, he was a cocky, petty little thing. Sitting silently in the face of Sephiran’s aggression, with a stoic expression that revealed no emotion, no forethought. As if he were bored. Still, Sephiran’s stance did not change- he kept staring at the male, a manic gleam flickering in his eyes, allowing the silence to enhance the tension quickly building between them.

A tension that would inevitably cause someone to snap.

Suddenly, the male seated himself, sighed, and spoke up- visibly bored, as his words stroked at the fragility of Sephiran’s labile temper. The growl bubbling within his throat rose in tone, seeping through his now gaping jaws, as his head lowered slightly to align with his shoulders. I imagine words aren’t what you used to get your pack. His tail rose, waiving above his hips, as he bared his saber fangs at the boy. Having perceived Phantom's words as an insult to his superiority. He may not have trespassed just yet- but Sephiran was already enraged. “Hardly.” He growled, giving the boy a few seconds to process what he said before he suddenly shot forward - compelled by the desire to pin this male beneath him and claim him.

As Sephiran lunged at Phantom, he threw his weight forward and attempted to barrel straight into the tiny man, to trample him. In sync, his neck craned down, jaws snapping at the right side of Phantom’s face, as he sought to bite down on the bridge of his muzzle.

And while the Sultan launched his assault, Sephiran’s panther would move to encircle Phantom- to keep him cornered between herself and her master, to forbid the male from turning and fleeing so easily.

"Sephiran Saxe"