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Yarra



Sephiran

The Syndicate
Sultan

Master Fighter (380)

Master Healer (245)

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An icon representing the specialty Poison Master Poison Master

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
1601
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
434
player
Aislyn

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04-11-2024, 11:11 PM

Sepiran’s never been one to admire beauty; even the otherworldly phenomenon unfolding right above his head went unnoticed. Twilight had faded into night, the sky darkening, revealing a clear, crisp autumn night. Stars were shining brightly overhead, twinkling within a velvet canvas. For a few hours, the weather reminded the same, the stars acting as his compass, as he traversed across The Polar Sound- fortifying his scent borders, chasing our scavengers, and paying the Sidi a visit.

And as the night progressed, a faint glow started to appear on the horizon- shimmering in the darkness, contrasting against the flickering suns galaxies away. The celestial spectacle, known as Aurora Borealis, started to appear- casting his domain in an ethereal glow, intensifying and swelling across the sky. Intricate patterns of purple, green, and pink were interwoven into the celestial backdrop, shifting and pulsating with an otherworldly energy. To most, it was a breathtaking display- but Sephiran could care less. It made his patrol easier, now that he could traverse through the trees with more light to guide his way.

His mind was already set on something else anyway.

After finishing the mundane tasks of Sultan, Sephiran changed his course and started to follow his sister’s scent. Each inhalation revealed a new layer- Absinth’s scent freshly interwoven into Yarra’s, raising questions inside of his paranoid mind. Were they conspiring? An audible tsk resonates from him- the demented brute a victim to the persecutory delusions that ate him alive and compelled him forward.

Weaving through the meadows, her scent gradually grows stronger- enveloping him in its embrace, and guiding him forward until he’s reached his destination. Yarra’s den. Outstretching his snout, he sniffs at the entrance- a low, domineering rumble resonating from his throat, serving as a command for her to emerge. His massive frame took on an authoritative stance- being cast across a backdrop of an ethereal, cosmic show of beauty - one that continued to dance all around him as he waited.

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