Come On Out Now...

It wasn’t often that Sephiran left the borders of his domain- between the Polar Sound, the island, and the pine forest, there was always something to do. Patrolling. Hunting. Training. All mundane tasks that nearly bored Sephiran to death. And so, he found himself lingering at the edge of the Polar Sound, claws digging into the soil as he debated on patrolling the neighboring territories for the hell of it.

With his companions in tow, the Saxe Sultan made his way South, approaching the Northern Mines at nightfall. Memories of his fun with Aresenn in the mines played inside of his head- the harrowing screams of the girl they pillaged together, the taste of her sweat against his tongue and the smell of her fear. Sweet, sweet memories. Entering the mines, Sephiran has no objective other than satiating his boredom. He’s aware that he isn’t alone- the smell of another wolf is strong - but for now, he pays it no mind.

"Sephiran Saxe"