Put it to the Fire

My, how interesting. An event that Sephiran did not foresee was about to occur- Flare, a wolf Absinth brought into his pack with the promise of producing a well-rounded warrior, was challenging Elysia for her rank of Effendi- Muqatil. The male’s summon rang out across The Polar Sound, demanding Elysia meet him for battle, and beckoning the other pack members forward to watch his trump. Interesting. Interesting. Interesting. Impulsively, Sephiran abandoned his patrol and made his way toward the clearing Flare was standing in, arriving just before Elysia, to witness the battle unfold.

He selected a temporary throne to perch himself on- a jagged, large boulder, weathered by time and stained with blood- a grotesque testate to his reign. His eyes settled on the pair before him, glazed over with sadistic delight as he watched his warriors clash before him. He’s savoring the spectacle- he could almost taste the determination radiating from them, the fear of failure as they performed for their Sultan. If only this were a choreographed ballet of death.

"Sephiran Saxe"