A Meeting of Minds

As he settles in front of Caedes, the Sultan tilts his chin up and to the side; revealing the superficial bite wound on his upper chest / lower throat, a pattern of teeth etched into his flesh. His blood mingled with the dried splattered on his chest, forming trickling streams of red that contrasted against a backdrop of celestial colors. It was a silent command for Caedes to treat the wound, which he expected him to heed without hesitation.

And when Caedes responded to his question, Sephiran’s lips pressed into a tight line, ears turned forward to absorb each and every word. Every glance was laden with unspoken words, the space between them pulsating with their matched intensity, as Caedes did not back down from the electric tension that radiated from Sephiran’s frame. The scarred male had always been this way. Never challenging his superiority, but not tucking tail and quivering in the Sultan’s wake either. It was both commendable and perplexing.

Sephiran couldn’t hide the slight curling of his lips at the mention of poisons and applying them to weapons; his expression exuding a cruel satisfaction at the thought of poisoning their enemies. “Very well,” He’d say, dark and calculating eyes glinting with a sinister gleam that surveyed the possibilities of Caedes’ malevolent ploys. “Continue to collect venom from the serpents as well.” He’d add, wanting to use the toxins in battle as well. They could never be too careful.

Rolling his shoulders back, Sephiran releases a slow exhale, a look of interest washing across his features at the male’s confession. A woman whose sister is an alpha… but of a matriarchy. The disappointment etched into his face is apparent, brows furrowing as his lips pulled into a firm, pressed line. “Matriarchy?”  He echos, head tilting to the side. “Where is this pack?” He’d wait to speak about Caedes’ wanting to see this girl; right now, he wanted more information on this... matriarchy.


"Sephiran Saxe"