Binding Fate
Phantom
04-08-2024, 02:09 AM
After speaking with Sephiran, he wasn’t surprised; he’d attacked the first wolf curious and perhaps insane enough to approach their borders, forcing the male into submission and claiming him as a Sidi. After he’d warned him not to do this. He tried to instill the importance of accepting new wolves into their ranks, as long as their ideals aligned; force claiming every loner searching for information with the potential of joining, wasn’t in their best interest. They needed more warriors, not slaves. He reminded Sephiran of this, after learning of his claim. And of course, emotions flared, tensions rose, and the Sultan reacted impulsively and defensively. But Rhazien was able to talk him down, and in the end, made it a point to visit the newly claimed male to determine his worth.
Approaching the labyrinth of caves where the Sidi were banished into hiding, Rhazien entered the subterranean world without hesitation. The air was damp and cool, heavy with the scent of earth and rock; and with that, the scent of many Sidi were intertwined. He recognized them all, except for one- the new male, which he followed with ease. Venturing deeper, one can hear the clicking of his claws against the stone, resonating into the corridors and alerting the Sidi of his presence.
Coming around a bend, he finds the male in one of the larger chambers, a cave split off from the intricate network of passageways. His dark pelt blends seamlessly with the void of the cavern, but there is enough light for Rhazien to make out his silhouette. A tiny thing he is. “Boy,” He croons, calling for his attention. "The tigress- has she fed you a meal yet?" His voice echoes off the walls, seeping into the corridors of the neighboring caverns. In all honesty, Rhazien couldn't care less if he’d had a meal yet- that was Azoula’s concern. But, being the cryptic he was, he aimed to captivate his audience first- a labyrinth maze of schemes concealed behind the facade of concern.
"Rhazien Saxe"
Approaching the labyrinth of caves where the Sidi were banished into hiding, Rhazien entered the subterranean world without hesitation. The air was damp and cool, heavy with the scent of earth and rock; and with that, the scent of many Sidi were intertwined. He recognized them all, except for one- the new male, which he followed with ease. Venturing deeper, one can hear the clicking of his claws against the stone, resonating into the corridors and alerting the Sidi of his presence.
Coming around a bend, he finds the male in one of the larger chambers, a cave split off from the intricate network of passageways. His dark pelt blends seamlessly with the void of the cavern, but there is enough light for Rhazien to make out his silhouette. A tiny thing he is. “Boy,” He croons, calling for his attention. "The tigress- has she fed you a meal yet?" His voice echoes off the walls, seeping into the corridors of the neighboring caverns. In all honesty, Rhazien couldn't care less if he’d had a meal yet- that was Azoula’s concern. But, being the cryptic he was, he aimed to captivate his audience first- a labyrinth maze of schemes concealed behind the facade of concern.