Venison

Walking beneath the canopy of pines, the Syndicate’s Sultan is sinking in and out of the shadows, staying hidden beneath the celestial veil of a moonless night. Somewhere in the heart of his domain, a solitary doe is calling for her herd, having been left behind after sustaining an injury to her hind leg. Her sorrow beckoned to the predator within Sephiran, pleading for him to indulge in the perverse delight of inflicting pain on the weak.

They did not deserve a place in his domain- they took up space, depleted his resources, and were a nuisance. The mere thought of pillaging made him salivate, drool accumulating in the corners of his jowls to form stings between his fangs. His pace quickened, the primal need to kill driving him forward. The doe wasn’t far off now.

"Sephiran Saxe"