Surprise, Surprii-iiise...

Walking beneath the canopy of trees, Sephiran seems to glow in the sunlight that filters through the foliage of his domain. His amethyst coat was a stark contrast to the earthen backdrop of The Polar Sound, alerting others of his presence if his dominating aura didn’t do so already. His pelt was slightly puffed up, muscles rolling beneath it with each step he took, the chill of autumn nipping at his skin. They’d need to gather more pelts for the upcoming winter, and perhaps find a way to strip the wool off the sheep to make into cloaks. So many tasks. Already Sephiran was considering who to delegate this to, but his musing was cut short when Kaino’s voice split through the territory.

Making his way to the outskirts of the forest, Sephiran approaches Kaino without hesitation, a palpable shift occurring in the atmosphere at the mere sight of his Emira. In his gait, the Sultan exudes an air of confidence and control; his posture erect, shoulders squared and tail raising to align with his hips, as he deliberately invades her space. “Kaino.” He croons, head tilting slightly, as he gazes upon her, a subtle intensity in his gaze that gives insight to the perversities swarming in his mind.

Then, he turns to look at the nymph sitting at her side; a girl he recognized immediately, given they’d grown up together in Saffron. Iscariot. Leaning in, Sephiran is looming over the pair, particularly, over Riot; his gaze roving across her, drinking in every detail; only this time, there was scrutinizing gleam in his eyes.“Iscariot,” He begins, acknowledging her. “Come to join your sister in my domain?” He’s quick to set the stage, making it known that he was the Sultan and his role as alpha was absolute. Very characteristic of the tyrant.

"Sephiran Saxe"