Grotesque Parody

Beneath the midday sun, Sephiran walked across the ice bridge that formed between The Polar Sound and Ardens Glacies, following the scent of his possession. It was rare for her to visit the island, given her primary den was located in The Polar Sound. So, what was she doing so far away from him? Perhaps it was the new ease of access between their domains- she ice bridge only formed in the winter season, so she didn't have to brave the frigid waters. Or, she was hiding something from him. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t checked on her since their last mating. And he wanted to confirm the fruits of his domination over her.

Entering the island, traveling up to the forest, and traversing down the gutted valley, Sephiran returns to the heart of the dormant volcano. The bubbling of the warmth beneath the lake’s surface symphonies in the background, cutting through the silence of the pit. Now, where is she. Padding along the ashy shore, he follows her scent to the opposite side of the lake, where a cave system led into the subterrane. She’s sitting near the edge of the water, items fumbling between her paws- the scent of herbs mixing with the sulfur. Approaching her, Sephiran’s hackles start to rise, his eyes trailing over her frame. Her back is towards him, and if she doesn’t turn to face him, he lifts a paw and harshly spins her around. He wants to see her belly.

"Sephiran Saxe"