You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Walking near the edge of The Polar Sound, Sephiran is patrolling the borders, his gait purposeful and deliberate as he covers every inch of his domain. Just beyond the entrance to the valley is the Wall, a structure that divides the North from the rest of the continent. Even now The Syndicate's ravens were patrolling that area, keeping tabs on the traffic coming in and out of the North. Multiple eyes scanning the skies, ready to be used at his disposal. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but Absinth’s manipulation of the birds had been very beneficial thus far.

Having finished his patrol, Sephiran instructs his panther to remain near the borders. His falcon immerses itself alongside the raven’s patrols, and his serpent remains loosely wrapped around his neck, slithering through his fur. He’s heading inland now, traveling to his newly claimed domain to complete yet another patrol. The tedious tasks of a Sultan. As he comes around a bend in the forest, he arrives at the outskirts of a large meadow, stopping in the shadows as an interesting scene unfolds before him.

The high-pitched squealing of a rabbit resonates from the clearing, a small, pup-like silhouette hovering over the creature. The smell of blood follows, sweet and metallic in the air, beckoning to the Sultan’s instincts and coaxing him forward. He’s assessing her as he approaches, noting the golden hue of her pelt and amethyst markings. A telltale trait of the Saxe bloodline. Though, he wasn’t sure who this girl belonged too; Elysia recently gave birth to a litter, and with Absinth’s mixed brood, there were too many mouths to feed. Expendable rats consuming his resources. He could hardly walk around without running into a child, and that irritated him.

Stopping behind her, Sephiran looms over the girl, a palpable shift occurring in the atmosphere- as if the air was bending beneath the weight of his presence. He’s commanding her attention, his eyes looking beyond her to see the blade and the rabbit. He doesn’t say anything yet, but his eyes are fixated on her with morbid interest. Will she defy him like the other pup did? Or would she bow before her Sultan. Her reaction would set the tone for the rest of their interaction, as Sephiran could be quite the volatile creature.

"Sephiran Saxe"