The brief exchange and draw of blood was exactly what he had needed to vent the sudden hostile takeover of whatever had come over him. What he hadn’t expected to find on the battlefield was a relative of his friend. Of course, Aresenn had no concept of how big the Saxe family was. How many branches, and how many offshoots. However, when she had introduced herself, he knew immediately he had to at least show her to Sephiran- even if she didn’t stick around- even if he allowed her to leave.

As they descended into the valley of the Polar Sound, Aresenn called out to the leader of the rag-tag group of individuals they were putting together. Maybe Elysia could make another worthy addition. Who was to say?

He had no idea of knowing how far away Seph was, so his attention returned to the girl in that moment. He was never one good for small talk- he didn’t really know what to say, and it left him a bit on edge. However, in taking time to look her over more closely, he didn’t see anything that screamed to him that she was closely related to his accomplice. Maybe this was a mistake. He wasn’t sure he wanted to take responsibility for this one like he had with Absinth. “He should be around any minute.” He muttered, in an attempt to fill the silence that had formed between them.

"Aresenn Praetor"

Elysia had agreed to follow the man of living fire to a meeting, Her bed draped over her shoulders as they walked in silence. Amethyst and Blue eyes flickered around their surroundings. The field began to fade away, the scent of blood and losses no longer sat stagnant and heavy in the air as they walked through a narrow canyon. As the left the battlefield behind she felt a tug at her gut. She liked that place and she had to remember to go back at some point.

She was perfectly content in their silence, she still didn’t know much about the man she followed - Aresenn, she recalled from his introduction after their little squabble. Had not actually been sent to follow her in any way. He’d simply been in the wrong place and had the wrong sent on him. Which was something she didn’t feel sorry about nor had she apologized either.

His call had her ears flickering in attention, wondering just how far away this other person was. Her eyes began to narrow as she tensed herself up for an ambush. Prepared to fight her way out of something if she had to. His voice ripped through the silence causing her to stop her silent surveillance of their surroundings, instead tearing her eyes away and back to the stranger.

“Good thing I’m in no rush then” was her simple response as she shrugged her shoulders. If they were to wait she would do so in comfort. So she pulled her bed from her back, setting it just before her on the ground. Looking at Aresenn she set him a grin before she stepped into it and did a small circle and then laid down.

“So tell me. Do you always do his dirty work. Or is this just a one time thing” she mused. She didn’t know anything of the dynamic between him and whomever was coming. But she did see it as a fun way to poke at her current companion and maybe get some sort of information out of him.

One… two… three…. Drawing in a deep breath, Sephiran was nearly sitting on the edge of his seat, high on elation and adrenaline. Four… five… six… Again he counted, paws covered in blood and sinew, sorting through a mangled heap of flesh and bone. Seven… eight… nine… ten… At his feet was the mutilated body of a fox, smothered in crimson, steam rising from the fresh carnage. He had used his knife to crack open the chest cavity, and was breaking ribs off the sternum one by one. Thirteen… Thirteen on one side, twenty-six in total. His pelt bristled, primal in nature, as his body responded to the inflation of his ego. I discovered this all on my own. Me, ME! Laughter bubbled from his jaws, a single brow raising as he looked down at the creature. “No more ribs for you.” His voice was sing-song-like, as he waived one of the bones over the dead fox’s face, as if it would suddenly spring back to life and beg for it back. Content in his play, Sephirain had entertained himself for quite some time. But eventually, all playtime had to come to an end. Aresenn’s voice rang out from the entrance of the Polar Sound, commanding in nature and Sephiran couldn’t help but sneer. What now? If it had anything to do with Absinth’s shortcomings, he would be pissed. But, if Aresenn was bringing him another plaything, well… he would be thrilled. Placing his blade back in its sheath, Sephiran licked the remaining sinew off the bone in his paw before carelessly tossing it into the snow. Motioning for his falcon to follow from the sky, he left his playground behind and made his way towards the call. Emerging from the tree line, Sephiran heard their voices before he saw them. The odd thing was, one of the voices didn’t belong to Absinth- it was feminine in tone, but familiar for some reason. More curious than ever, the young Saxe loped into the small clearing, focusing on the crimson silhouette first before shifting to the one at his side. She was placing something on the ground, encircling it before lying down. Still covered in blood from the chest down, Sephrain was certainly a sight for sore eyes - depending on the audience. ”So tell me. Do you always do his dirty work? Or is this just a one-time thing. Air rushed from his nostrils, creating a bull-like snort, before he attempted to counter before Aresenn could. “Another plaything, Aresenn?” He questioned while studying the girl, memories flooding his mind. Black fur, purple eyes, white underbelly, and white front paws. Now he knew why she was recognizable - he had met her before. “I’ve seen this one before… is she for you, or for me?" Similar to what he asked about Absinth, he wanted to know why she was here, and why Aresenn summoned him. Basically, was she their new prey? Or, was she another body to command? "Aresenn" & "Sephiran"

It had taken Sephiran a little bit longer than he had anticipated after calling him to attention. Though even still, what his momentary travelling companion did still took him by surprise. After offering assurance that the wait wouldn't be much longer, she took the cover she had carried off her shoulders, flattened it out over the ground, shot him a grin as she settled on top of it. He couldn't help the rise of his hackles in reflex, though he forced himself to look away from her to curb the anticipation that began to rise. What good was a gift that had already been unwrapped? Though, whether or not it was her intention to tempt her own fate or not, he wasn't sure. She shot him a question, though he didn't have time to answer it before Sephiran came into sight. If he heard the girl's initial comment, the other brute didn't lead on like it, moving on to the more important questions. What? and Why? Even still, Aresenn couldn't help but answer for himself. "It's a little surprising to me that you'd so casually refer to yourself as dirty work." He answered lowly, though in doing so, maintained his half-sided grin. In the same breath, he quickly returned his attention to his friend, speaking with a little more volume as he went on. "Quite possibly, Sephiran." He responded with conviction. Though, unlike Absinth, he didn't feel any sort of responsibility towards this girl. She was on her own. Something like recognition crossed Seph's face, and in doing so, he explained why. Interesting. When asking who she was meant for, Aresenn offered a haphazzard shrug. "I have no interest in the matter, but when she introduced herself to me as Elysia Saxe, I thought you might." He finished, delivering the punchline to his joke with the amusement clearly written in his expression. He allowed the other male a moment to process the information, and in doing so, took it upon himself to provide a bit more detail for the stranger in the conversation. "Elysia, this is Sephiran Saxe." Ultimately explaining why his joke had him so amused. Rekindling or fallout, he wasn't entirely sure what was to come next. Though whatever it was, he was eager to observe. "Aresenn" & "Sephiran"

She awaited an answer but then came the man who’s scent was on Aresenn to begin with. Lazily she glanced over him, ignoring his comment to focus on Aresenn again. “What can i say, i'm simply full of surprises” She practically purred at him. “Besides dirty work is my favorite kind of work Aresenn” She laughed, returning a grin towards him. She didn’t bother to appear anything less that amused and bored, no fear in her voice. Though an itch of irritation began to rise beneath her exterior as they continued to talk about her like she wasn’t laying right here. She rolled her eyes standing up slowly, “if you're going to discuss me like i'm not here, i'd be happy to leave you to your… sausage fest” To emphasize her point, she bent down to pick up her bed shaking it off before flinging it over her shoulder.

Elysia was about to leave the boys to their jerk off before Aresenn’s words reached her ears. Raising her eyebrow she turned her attention to the purple man now. Her eyes roaming over his frame. Finally looking at him, even at her first meeting with him, shed ignored him. She’d opted to keep her eyes closed during that interaction. But now she finally saw him in all his Amethyst and Golden glory. But he was still an odd looking Saxe to her. But she knew their family was vast, hell her own mother has Six other older children. But whom did he sire from?

Now her interest was peaked, She dropped her bed once again. Moving towards the amethyst man, circling him now. She sniffed at him, studying the way his pelt melted together. The way it draped over his large frame and how his fangs were bringing a tickle of memory to her mind. And yet he looked nothing like her mother, nor her father. Both of which we Saxe’s.

“Tell me Sephiran, Whom is your Sire? Who is your GrandSire?” She tilted her head as she stopped face to face with him.

My, was he intrigued. Aresenn had brought him a gift that was neither friend nor prey. Her role was still to be determined, based on how Sephiran responded to her, which ignited a flame of arrogance inside the boy. He liked having control. The stoic expression on his face morphed into a smile, but it was short-lived. Her snarky comment played into the hands of his ever-changing mood, lips peeling back into a sneer as his pelt bristled at his shoulders. “Oh, but you are here,” He went to take a step towards her, domineering in his movements, wanting to elicit a response. “And how very unlucky for you.” Truly, if Aresenn hadn't followed up by stating she was a Saxe, he would have tried to pillage her right then and there. But, in his knight-in-shinning armor fashion, Aresenn unknowingly came to her aid.  

She moved to inspect him, and Sephiran did the same- trailing the curvature of her body, looking for traits specific to the Saxe lineage. Aside from the purple hue, there was nothing. But given how vast his family had grown, it was still possible for her to be a relative. The inquiry he expected finally came, but Sephiran had no interest in quickly giving out names. Just as he had done with Ravage, it was the way of the Saxe to test each other’s strength, to determine just how closely they were related to the inner branch.

And so, when Elysia came to stand before him, Sephiran did not falter in his decision. Lunging forward he sought to ensnare her throat between his jaws, aiming for the inner-most portion, where her windpipe was protected by fur and flesh. In sync, he aimed to use his larger size and weight against her, throwing himself forward to try and topple her over.

This was a test of her strength.

"Speech"

Code by Sea

Sephiran vs Ely for testing dat strength
Round 1/2
Age: >1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Obsidian Blade
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear leather bracers
Companion 1: American Kestrel, Female - battle
Mutation 1: Saber teeth (Offensive)
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Healer
Specialty: Juggernaut

Ely didn’t bat an eye when the man she’d been inspecting after being introduced as a saxe lunged at her. Being that he was larger than her, just as Aresenn was, she needed to think fast on her feet this time. No way was she going to lose twice in one fucking day. She dropped like a bag of rocks to the ground.

He might have the strength and weight on her, but she had the size and likely the speed. She hadn’t been entirely fast enough though, his teeth didn’t hit her throat but they did catch the back of her neck.

Narrowing her eyes she aimed to bite at the soft underbelly of the Amethyst coated man, maybe even aiming for his manhood with a swing if he yanks her upward by her neck.


Ely vs Sephiran for Strength Testing
Round 1/2
Age: 1 Year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Beginner Fighter

Even with his sudden assault, the girl wouldn’t be so caught off guard. The moment he lunged, her body was dropping, which forced the larger male into a different kind of grapple. His splayed jaws still aimed for her, but given her change in position, they caught the back of her neck. Her smaller body shot between his legs, and out of reflex, Sephiran sidesteped to his right. He felt her fangs sliced into his left hind leg, but Sephian wouldn’t be detoured- fluid in his movement, he attempted to sidestep again, wanting to trample her beneath him and pull his underbelly away from her jaws. In sync, he yanked his head in tandem with the movement of his legs, wanting to worsen her wound and force her upper half sideways to hopefully lose her footing.

"Speech"

Code by Sea

Sephiran vs Ely for testing dat strength
Round 2/2
Age: >1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Obsidian Blade
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear leather bracers
Companion 1: American Kestrel, Female - battle
Mutation 1: Saber teeth (Offensive)
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Healer
Specialty: Juggernaut

Elysia was focused on Sephrian Ailey. She could care less that they had an audience still. She’d been raised for this, trained for this sort of thing. Raina had made sure her kids would be useful to their family that was for sure.

So when Seph sidestepped over her and she caught his leg she didn’t give herself time to overthink the lack of tact in her attack. She was getting ready to sink her teeth into his thigh when his grip on her had her yanked upward. She she didn’t the only thing she could do. She rag dolled. She let her entire body go limp in his hold. Hoping to catch him off guard by the sudden dead weight so she could get one good bite in on his body.

Ely vs Sephiran for Strength Test
Round 2/2
Age: 1 Year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Beginner Fighter

And the winner is...

Sephiran

Ely must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Ely: Attack Roll: 30 Defense Roll: 18 Agility Roll: 97 Perception Roll: 65 Total: 210 Attack[30] + 10% Bonus[3.00]: 33.00 Defense[18] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 18.00 Agility[97] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 97.00 Perception[65] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 65.00 Total[213.00] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 213.00 Sephiran: Attack Roll: 66 Defense Roll: 56 Agility Roll: 28 Perception Roll: 36 Total: 186 Attack[66] + 50% Bonus[33.00]: 99.00 Defense[56] + 40% Bonus[22.40]: 78.40 Agility[28] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 28.00 Perception[36] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 36.00 Total[241.40] + 25% Bonus[60.35]: 301.75