Turn about

The silhouette was sauntering closer, revealing more of their appearance to the Sultan. They - no, she- is a patchwork of crimson and ebony, accents of ivory adorning her paws but for the most part, she is red. An Aresenn child, no doubt. Each step was tentative yet eager, her small paws navigating the carpet of fallen leaves and stones, fading in and out of the shadows created by the towering evergreens. Shafts of light pierced through the thick foliage, illuminating her sleek, velvety coat.

Hmm. What should Sephiran do with this one?

There were many options; he could ignore her existence entirely, or, he could pursue her. Test her. Mmm, the thought made his posture grow more erect, his shoulders squaring, his muscles coiling with tension. Perhaps they could play a little game. With a predator’s grace, Sephiran stalked forward, each step deliberate, purposeful, as he directly approached the girl.

As he closes the distance, his presence fills the space around them, shifting the very air they breathe, lacing it with a palpable sense of danger. "Little girl,” He croons, his eyes locking on hers with chilling intensity. “Who are you?” His head cocks slightly to the side, a curious look contorting his features- but his oppressive aura gives insight into the ploys forming inside of his mind - of the depravities that consumed every fiber of his being.

"Sephiran Saxe"