What We Do In The Shadows.

With a final stroke, the blade was sharpened to perfection, and Zagan felt content with his task. He placed his weapon back in its sheath, and kept Sericea in his peripheral vision, following the movement of her crimson silhouette. She was moving through the clearing, heading in his direction- but it wasn’t until she called his name that Zagan would turn his head toward her, narrowing his bi-colored eyes. His expression was a perfect mask of control, his gaze cold and calculating- a stark contrast to the sparks of energy that rolled off Serciea.

She was asking him to play a game. His ears perked forward in interest, and in a brief moment, the air around them seemed to shift. The older Zagan grew, the more he felt the nagging sensation of… well, he didn’t know what it was. But out of their brood, Serciea cultivated a foreign emotion inside him. He found her light voice uplifting, and that effortless warmth was almost… charming. “What do you have in mind?” He says, the corners of his lips twitching slightly upward at the thought of playing with Seri.

"Zagan Saxe"