Come On Out Now...

The Saxe Sultan had just started his descent into the mines- infiltrating the space with his oppressive aura, creating the ominous sound of footfall and the rhythmic tapping of claws against stone. And already he’s intercepted, the deep, boisterous voice of another wolf resonating from the labyrinth of winding mines, demanding he declares his presence. A growl bubbles from the Sultan’s throat - a visceral reaction in the face of scrutiny - his pace quickening as he impulsively gravitated toward the voice, intent on seeing the wolf who dared to disrupt his wandering.

Shafts of moonlight guide his way deeper inside, illuminating his amethyst pelt, and creating a reflective glow in his heterochromatic eyes. A figure appears in the darkness, and quickly materializes into a male Sephiran recognizes, though vaguely. A pirate male from Aresenn’s homeland. Threats spew from his lips- they are animalistic and primal, as he challenges Sephiran, staking a claim over the mines, if only for a night.

Sephiran’s lips twitch, pulling back into a sneer that reveals a flash of stained teeth. Perhaps this unforeseen encounter was the shakeup he’d been looking for in his wandering- the opportunity to reciprocate aggression, to spill blood without restraint.

He does not respond verbally- instead, Sephiran lunges forward, attempting to barrel straight into the male. His jaws splay, and he snaps at the side of his neck, enthralled by the thrill of a vicious battle beneath the moonlight. And while Sephiran is focused on his opponent, his panther and falcon companions veer off to the three Doberman dogs, ready to intercept them should they try to intervene.

"Sephiran Saxe"