A Meeting of Minds

A metallic tinge clung to Sephiran’s pelt, rolling off into the atmosphere in waves- a stark reminder of the violence that just transpired. Splatters of his brother’s blood spread across his chest. Having succumbed to his desire for revenge, satiating the festering anger that had been all-consuming. But at what cost? His body felt stiff, each step labored and cumbersome, exhaustion evident in the way he carried himself through the forest. It was both physical and mental; the growing rift that formed between himself and Cifarelli, a deeply painful and complex situation. The profound sensation of neutral and hurt eating away at his mind, dominating his thoughts as he headed towards the healers' den Caedes had claimed for himself. The scarred male was his newly appointed Effendi Haakim; a leadership role that came with a sense of pride and responsibility, and Sephiran wanted to ensure Caedes understood that. It would also take his mind off Cifarelli for a moment.

Arriving at the den’s entrance, Sephiran releases a deep, commanding woof before entering Caedes’ domain. His senses are overwhelmed by the herbal aroma, the gentle murmur of a bubbling cauldron humming in the background. His gaze adjusts to the lighting, pools of amethyst and emerald settling upon the mangled frame of his lead physician. “Caedes,” He grumbles in greeting, charging the space with his aura of condense and authority. His gaze is steady and unwavering, as he surveys the male with a sense of assuredness and control. “Tell me; what will your first task as Effendi Haakim be?” It sounds like a trick question, but Sephiran is truly curious- searching the male for any inclination of a readiness to please his Sultan.


"Sephiran Saxe"