Moving through the plains, Sephiran was quite simply enjoying the early morning warmth. The lush greenery of the prairie was at his paws, brushing against his legs as he walked. Swaying in the breeze with each soft gust of wind, which carried the scents of his band members. Their dominion over the plains was quite noticeable- especially with the decor Sephiran had laid out along the borders. Although they'd only spent the last few weeks here, the Saxe brute had to admit, he was enjoying this place. The abundance of prey, herbs, materials for weapons, and venom were resources he couldn't pass up- and so, he pillaged them to the fullest.

Nearing the lake and padding along the shore, he looked out across the expanse of water, noting the serpents that slid from their perches and into its depths. Making way for the king. Their hissing created an eerie symphony- and yet, he wasn’t bothered by it. Not until a more distinctive hissing started. Stopping, he swung his head around to look over his shoulder. Catching sight of the charging predator as it erupted from the lake and barreled towards him. A massive, vicious crocodile. Pivoting, Sephiran whirled around to face the reptile. Baring his fangs, snarling, and snapping his jaws to serve as an invitation for the beast to attack.

He would eradicate this nuisance.  

"Sephiran Saxe"

The band has moved and, in Ezekiel’s humble opinion, not a moment too soon. Leaving the icy grips and trailing to the East has been a godsend because they actually get to enjoy the warmth that summer has to offer. Even in the early morning, the heat is a welcome change to what they had experienced in the Northern reaches. Sephiran has marked this land with their scent and the band has settle in, making it as their temporary home.

Zeke is out reinforcing the scents along their borders, taking his time as he slowly meanders this new place. Suddenly, the wind shifts and brings the scents from the nearby lake to his nose. Pausing in his route, he pulls in the musk of their leader and a smug grin tugs at his lips, as he knows just how deadly his cousin is. He isn’t terribly far from that snake infested place so, when he hears the bellowing roar of a crocodile, the man off to Sephiran like at shot.

Paws devour the distance, spewing up dirt in his wake until he spies the large creature facing off charging toward the purple male and Ezekiel does not hesitate to act. Storming toward the distracted predator, he slams into its side, knocking it off course and away from the leader. Jumping backward, he avoids the snapping jaws that seek to crush him by a scant few inches. Flushed with adrenaline and excitement, he darts a glance to Sephiran as a thrilled grin tugs at his maw.

It is time to have some fun.


"Ezekiel Saxe"

It’s not long before another band member overhears the havoc- only, the male who arrived to help slaughter the crocodile, wasn’t expected. Ezekiel, the male who is both Elysia’s brother and his cousin, erupts from the sidelines. Uprooting dirt as he sprints across the clearing, throwing himself directly into the line of fire. Sephiran can’t hide the smirk that contorts his features- lips pulling back farther, revealing more of his fangs that yearned to penetrate flesh. And so, as Zeke runs directly at the crocodile, slamming into its side and knocking it off course. Sephiran lunges forward, biting down on a back limb while its attention is on the other male.

Fangs penetrate deep, the tips scraping against bone. But he is forced to puncture and release, because the crocodile whips back around to try and catch him in its toothy mouth. Backpeddling, he avoids being grabbed with only inches to spare. A snarl erupts from his jaws, blood dripping off his chin and onto his chest. This was going to be a slow, paced battle- the armor of the crocodile prevented them from taking out big chunks at a time. But ah, Sephiran could be patient when need be. And, slaughtering things in the most painful, agonizing way possible, was a favorite pastime of his. So this was something he would quite enjoy.

"Sephiran Saxe"