The Raven's Cry

As Absinth emerged from the subterranean labyrinth, Sephiran’s gaze sharpened and honed in on her, noting the feminine, yet predatory sway of her hips. Atop her head was a new accessory; antlers with points as sharp as blades, a perch for her ravens to roost when not in flight. Hm. The local ravens grew louder as she approached, creating an eerie symphony that was fitting for the vipress slithering towards him, dipping her head in a respectful greeting before stopping at a conversational distance. Despite her compliance, Sephiran was a grandiose creature- his superiority was to be known and seen. His shoulders would roll forward, tail lifting to align with his hips, an aura of arrogance and superiority oozing from his frame.

Absinth was straight to the point, inquiring about the ploys Sephiran was scheming, which earned a subtle tilt of his skull, as he pulled his head higher to portray a look of interest. “The birds,” He begins, motioning towards her companions with a flick of his muzzle, and then motioning to the canopy of ravens surrounding them. “They’ve taken to you.” A simple observation, but one to be made nonetheless. “You can train them to patrol our domain and the neighboring territory, no?” His tone is a blend of anticipation and expectation, their gazes locking as he issues a silent challenge to Absinth. He’d already assumed she could complete such a task; she’d already done it with two ravens, surely she could train the others to benefit his kingdom? Or was she truly useless in the department of intelligence- a blade to be unsheathed and nothing more?

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