I Do What I Want

Master! Master!  An ear twitches on the Sultan’s skull, his head rising from his paws as the screeching of his falcon fills his den. He’s trained it to alert him of intruders, but on top of that, well… he instructed it to keep a close eye on his possession. All hours of the day and night. Even in the early hours of dawn, his companion is fulfilling its duty, having caught Aurelia lingering near the borders, a satchel over her shoulder as she quickly traversed up the valley slope. Did she intend to leave?

He’s quick to his paws, rushing out of his chambers with fierce determination, anger swelling in his chest as accusatory thoughts fill his mind. Does she mean to betray him? Leave him? Conspire with his enemies? A snarl ripples from his throat, his panther companion rushing after him, ready to aid him in his pursuit. Closing in on her, he’s quick to erupt from the underbrush, leaping directly in her path and forbidding her from advancing further.

His lips are pulled back into a sneer, a low, domineering growl resonating inside of his throat. His jowls are twitching, whiskers moving in pulsatile waves, while his pelt bristles down his nape and spine. “What are you doing?”  Accusatory and bitter, Sephiran snarls in her face, demanding an answer.

"Sephiran Saxe"