What Have We Here?

Deep in the labyrinth of The Syndicate's cave system, Sephiran is sorting through the pack's stores of poison, meticulously organizing and rearranging. He’s going by harvest date and potency, his serpent companion acting as his aid, guiding him through the process until he is content with his work.

Putting the last vial away, the Sultan inspects his paws for any droplets. His serpent confirms they are clean, and with a huff, Sephiran travels out of the catacomb and emerges into the daylight. It takes several moments for his eyes to adjust, the musky, damp smell of inner earth swathing his pelt, adding to his usual cologne of rotting decay and iron. He’s intent on patrolling the borders now. And, if by some divine intervention, a call resonates from the edge of his domain, requesting the appearance of the kingdom’s leader. Of the Sultans' presence. Sephiran commands his falcon forward, the bird screeching and flying to the borders, his panther falling in stride beside him as he lopes to the borders.

When he arrives, Sephiran is surprised to see his Uncle beat him to it - though, the stoic expression on his face does not portray his musings. As he enters their proximity, Sephiran slows his pace into a purposeful lope, an air of dominance accompanying his arrival. There is a palpable shift in the atmosphere, his aura commanding and sinister, as he demands the attention of his uncle and the strangers at his borders.

His gaze shifts to Rhazien, who seems to know this woman. “I am Sephiran- Sultan of The Syndicate.” He declares, shifting his attention to the woman. There is an expectant gleam in his eyes as he waits for her to explain herself. He also notices the large, red wolf lingering in her shadow, observing the meeting.

"Speech"