Agora Hills

Xairo's gaze flared with a defiant spark at his mother's words, his hackles rising slightly. He felt a surge of resentment, a burning hot enough to singe the frigid air surrounding them. Be controlled? Be focused? These were things he knew he should strive for, yet the wildness in him rebelled against the constraints. His heart pumped with a fiery energy. Xairo's mind churned with the swirling storm of his mother's words - control, strength, strategy. Each word crashed against the shores of his defiance and washed over him with an icy resolve. He felt compelled - no, driven - to challenge her expectations. To prove to her, to them all that he was more than just a hot-headed pup. He was a future Sultan, a leader who would rule with an iron paw and a sharp mind. He would not just meet his mother's expectations - he would exceed them.

"Xairo Saxe"