Smells Like Teen Spirit! [Raid]

Sultan! Sultan! Sultan! Sephiran’s kestrel was diving down from the heavens, perching itself on its master’s shoulder. Not far behind it, was a rush of ravens soaring through the sky, cawing a symphony of chaos and alarm. Wolves, approaching from the South! A group! A group! Within seconds, Sephiran comes alive- a mere puppet on the string of a manic puppeteer- overwhelmed by carnal rage at the thought of a group of wolves daring to approach his domain.

He summons his panther to his side and rushes out of his lair, an overwhelming surge of animosity and hostility clouding his thoughts. It burned like wildfire, raging uncontrollably within his fragmented mind. His grandiosity is overcome by persecutory delusions- who is conspiring against him. Who is trying to dethrone him? Whose death will come today. Spiraling. Spiraling. Spiraling.

Emerging from the treeline, Sephiran doesn’t miss a beat- he’s loping across the battlefield, pushing his way past the ongoing battles, searching for the leader of the group.

It takes several seconds for recognition to form inside of his mind. Insomnia. Their scent is rancid in the air- a noxious mix of rotting flesh and stupidity. Perhaps the bone queen was retaliating against The Syndicate for enslaving one of their pack mates, or she had an eye for their herd of sheep. Regardless of her motivation, Sephiran could not rationalize with her. He was not that type of creature. As he hones in on her, a snarl erupts from him- it is a visceral, primal sound- sizzling with the heat of his seething anger.

Charging at Medusa, Sephiran launches a vicious assault. With his serrated blade in his jaws, he attempts to body slam Medusa, wanting to use his heavier weight and momentum to dislocate her right shoulder. In sync, he’s thrashing his head to and fro, slashing at her face with his blade.

His panther moves fluidly beside him, flanking to Medusa's other side, to prevent her from pulling away from Sephiran as easily. His krestel is flying low near the fray, ready to intercept Medusa's aviary companion, while his rattlesnake is poised around his neck, to strike at any other companions who dare to attack their master.

"Sephiran Saxe"