Inside Out.

Setekh’s posture was a casual one, regal in its nonchalance, even as he reclined back unto his haunches. She approached, that delicate frame shadowed by the figure of a young boy she beckoned forward with calm excitement. Setekh’s lips curled into a slow, devilish smile.

“Ah, my lovely Sericea,” he purred, drawing out her name as if tasting her. “What have you delivered to me this time?” His gaze locked onto the boy, predatory gleam unmistakable within those firely orbs. “I trust you chose wisely.”

Before she could respond, his ears flicked, catching her rustle of foliage at the edge of the clearing. A hum of amusement escaped him, his tail swaying behind him like a cat's. Without turning, his voice carried, smooth and yet taunting. It was clear. His granddaughter had a stalker. Ah, youth. Setekh smirked, his brows quirking at Sericea, his tongue lapping out to taste the anxiety in the air. It was tangy. “And… you, my shadow watcher... Why linger in the darkness? Come forward, unless you mean to entertain me with your cowardice.”

Setekh’s eyes sharpened, his ivory smile widening as he gestured with a slow paw. Towards Zagan's hiding spot. “Closer, child. Don’t be shy. You’ve already betrayed yourself; there’s no use hiding now.”




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