umbrakinesis

Lingering near the border, the Saxe Sultan just finished his midday patrol, and was heading toward his neighboring domain. But a call from nearby froze him in place- his eyes scanning the horizon where his dense forest met the unclaimed wilderness- the flutter of wings slicing through the silence, as one of Absinth’s ravens appeared above him. It landed on a boulder beside him, giving a sharp cry that demanded his attention. A foreign wolf was at the borders with one of Absinth and Aresenn’s children. His lips curled into a sneer, his mind racing- what was the girl's reason for summoning a higher-ranked member? For disturbing the Sultan?

He considered ignoring the call, but his grandiosity would never allow it. With a snarl, he sprinted forward, following the raven’s flight path as it led him through the Polar Sound- his domain.

Closing in, Sephiran is met with the scents of three wolves- Absinth, Araxina, and someone foreign. The raven circled above them, swooping lower, and cawing again- confirming that this young male was the trespasser.

He caught the tail end of their conversation- Absinth was assessing the boy, and commending her daughter for collecting a Sidi. But the girl seemed unamused- she was glaring at the dark male- wanting to claim him as her own. But Sephiran had no interest in her qualms. No. No. No. He was more concerned with the boy’s blatant defiance- the act of trespassing far more enraging to the Saxe Sultan. Even if Absinth’s daughter invited him.

As Sephiran emerged from the shadows, the air itself seemed to vibrate with an unnatural tension- an overwhelming sense of malevolence and arrogance accompanying his arrival. Overwhelming. Suffocating. There was no denying that he was the ring leader of The Syndicate- that the demons here belonged to him.

Closing the distance between himself and the group, his sharp features were contorted into a sneer, his eyes shifting from Absinth, to Araxina, to Jiro. He hyper-fixated on the boy, narrowing his gaze at him- assessing him- challenging him. “Boy,” He seethed, his tongue escaping his lips to slide across his saber fangs. “You’ve stepped foot into my home- my sanctuary.” If Absinth and Xina are in his way, Sephiran shoves past them, surging at the younger male. “Defiling it with your scent. You. Will. Not. Leave.” With a swift, brutal motion, his jaws are unhinged, and he’s attempting to grab Jiro by the throat, while throwing his weight forward to knock him down.

"Sephiran Saxe"