Beneath the pines

Walking beneath a lush tapestry of pines, Sephiran is looming in and out of the shadows. All around him the frost is bustling, the spring season bringing new growth, infusing the air in the resinous aroma of pine. In the pines are The Syndicate’s ravens, watching him with their ever-intelligent eyes, analyzing, assessing, contemplating. They’d taken a liking to some of the pups, one of them being his son- but Sephiran didn’t think much of it. They were servants of his kingdom after all. And Sephiran would use them at his disposal.

Approaching a fallen pine, the Sultan moves to leap over the obstacle, intent on continuing his patrol. But before he can reach it, the yowling hiss of a bobcat resonates from inside the hallowed log. He stops out of reflex, lips pulling back into a sneer, a guttural, hostile snarl bellowing through bared fangs. He could kill the bobcat easily, yes- but he found its existence to be… enraging.

"Sephiran Saxe"