Summit of Influence

The smile that contorted Aresenn’s face was noted by the Sultan, his unwavering devotion and eagerness to fulfill his duty palpable in the space between them. Of course, this pleased Sephiran - the satisfaction of seeing his ploys come to fruition was nearly orgasmic. His features twisted in delight, amusement evident in every line and contour of his face- a testament to the thrill he found in the depths of his depravity.

Solidify their defenses, refining their warriors as a unit. Sephiran nodded in agreement, anticipating a need for carnage in the upcoming seasons. And when Aresenn asked for his input, Sephiran released a deep, rumbling baritone. It was a sign of contemplation, as he raked through his mind and formulated his answer. “The Raiders.” He says, holding eye contact with Aresenn - looking for a reaction in the male, at the mention of his previous home. “Do you believe they will stand against us?” A simple question really- based on his interaction with the group, and Aresenn’s experience with them. The Raiders seemed more similar to The Syndicate than the other existing packs. But that didn’t mean they would see Sephiran and his brood as allies. Those who stir fear in others, tend to be hated. He wanted Aresenn’s honest thoughts on the matter.

"Sephiran Saxe"