You're the heathen, I'm the fool
Seph, Aresenn
02-07-2024, 03:02 PM
Perched atop a large boulder, with his blade unsheathed and sitting between his paws. Sephiran was in a state of contemplation- heterochromatic eyes roving across the obsidian steel, tracing out the words that read Saxe Prodigy on the handle. Summer was quickly coming to an end- which meant, it was time to move their group of heathens. Again. He didn’t have a new location in mind, just yet- truthfully, having to uproot his group every few weeks was rather irritating to the brute. But it was necessary until they found a kingdom to overtake. Tail flicking behind him, the blade being passed from one paw to the other. He fantasized about killing the alpha of a pack, so he could sit upon their bloodstained throne and finally give his family a proper place to inhabit.
His musings were cut short- mind being pulled from his daydreams, as the scent of something familiar danced in the breeze. In tandem, his falcon appeared in the sky above- screeching out an alarm he’d taught it seasons before. A stranger was in the territory. Rising to his feet and sheathing his blade, Sephiran leaped down from his makeshift perch, falling into an even-paced stride as he followed his falcon to the source of concern.
A silhouette appeared on the horizon, mirage-like at first, given the heat of the summer season. But as he drew near, he immediately recognized the girl. Having interacted with her twice before- once at the raider’s party, and second, on their own out in a forest. There was a darkness that resided in the girl. One similar to the beast that dwelled in Aresenn. Only, she’d controlled it far better than her bother. But the world was ever changing- and so were the minds of the wolves who inhabited Boreas. Perhaps she’d finally succumbed to who she really was. Why else would she be lingering in his domain? Surely she recognized the scents- she’d never forget Aresenn’s musk, he assumed.
He didn’t hesitate to approach her- catching the tail end of her outburst. And although Sephiran knew Rivin, he wouldn’t alter his domineering advance. Tail raised above his hips, pelt bristling, lips peeled back to bare his elongated fangs. Regardless of her reason for visiting, in Sephiran’s mind, she was trespassing. “And who are you fighting, Rivin?” He crooned, head lowering as he closed in on her, his lope having morphed into a saunter. "Surely, not my band of heathens.” A question and a threat- if she came to uproot his band, or try and steal Aresenn from him. Sephiran would issue a vicious onslaught against her and whatever followers she’d incurred.
"Sephiran Saxe"
His musings were cut short- mind being pulled from his daydreams, as the scent of something familiar danced in the breeze. In tandem, his falcon appeared in the sky above- screeching out an alarm he’d taught it seasons before. A stranger was in the territory. Rising to his feet and sheathing his blade, Sephiran leaped down from his makeshift perch, falling into an even-paced stride as he followed his falcon to the source of concern.
A silhouette appeared on the horizon, mirage-like at first, given the heat of the summer season. But as he drew near, he immediately recognized the girl. Having interacted with her twice before- once at the raider’s party, and second, on their own out in a forest. There was a darkness that resided in the girl. One similar to the beast that dwelled in Aresenn. Only, she’d controlled it far better than her bother. But the world was ever changing- and so were the minds of the wolves who inhabited Boreas. Perhaps she’d finally succumbed to who she really was. Why else would she be lingering in his domain? Surely she recognized the scents- she’d never forget Aresenn’s musk, he assumed.
He didn’t hesitate to approach her- catching the tail end of her outburst. And although Sephiran knew Rivin, he wouldn’t alter his domineering advance. Tail raised above his hips, pelt bristling, lips peeled back to bare his elongated fangs. Regardless of her reason for visiting, in Sephiran’s mind, she was trespassing. “And who are you fighting, Rivin?” He crooned, head lowering as he closed in on her, his lope having morphed into a saunter. "Surely, not my band of heathens.” A question and a threat- if she came to uproot his band, or try and steal Aresenn from him. Sephiran would issue a vicious onslaught against her and whatever followers she’d incurred.
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03-03-2024, 02:20 PM
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the landscape, Aresenn made his way through the familiar terrain of the plains. His senses were keenly attuned to his surroundings, his amber gaze scanning the horizon for any signs of danger or familiarity. But with a shift in the wind, he couldn’t help but come to a screeching halt. It had been almost a year since he left his birth pack, seeking his own path and purpose beyond the confines of the former group’s haphazard ways. But he would recognize the scent of his siblings anywhere, even if his past still lingered like ghosts in the shadows.
As surprise transitioned into curiosity and then rapidly into concern, his heart skipped a beat in reflex as he identified the unmistakable aroma of his sister, Rivin. Though they had been separated for some time, she was his own flesh and blood, and the closest relationship he had managed to forge with his own kin. Despite his stoic demeanor, Aresenn couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion- tainted by possession- at the prospect of seeing her again after so long.
As he approached the source of the scent, Aresenn's gaze fell upon the figures of Rivin and Sephiran, locked in what appeared to be a tense exchange. His brow furrowed slightly as he observed them from a distance, his mind racing with questions and concern. He knew Sephiran very well, and knew to be distrustful of the brute’s intentions around any female- but of course his sister wasn’t just any female. With collected interest, he quickly closed the distance that divided them. As he neared the unlikely pair, he caught the tail end of their conversation just in time as he cleared his throat to announce his presence. “Rivin,” He greeted evenly. Not that he or either of his remaining siblings were comfortable with expressing emotion, now was certainly not the time in present company- especially if Rivin wanted something. “I didn’t take you for a revolutionary.” He observed with a breath of amusement. But the hint of humor quickly faded as he made his next inquiry. “What has happened back at the coast? What did Gil do?” He asked, searching her expression for any sort of insight into the situation.
"Aresenn Praetor"
As surprise transitioned into curiosity and then rapidly into concern, his heart skipped a beat in reflex as he identified the unmistakable aroma of his sister, Rivin. Though they had been separated for some time, she was his own flesh and blood, and the closest relationship he had managed to forge with his own kin. Despite his stoic demeanor, Aresenn couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion- tainted by possession- at the prospect of seeing her again after so long.
As he approached the source of the scent, Aresenn's gaze fell upon the figures of Rivin and Sephiran, locked in what appeared to be a tense exchange. His brow furrowed slightly as he observed them from a distance, his mind racing with questions and concern. He knew Sephiran very well, and knew to be distrustful of the brute’s intentions around any female- but of course his sister wasn’t just any female. With collected interest, he quickly closed the distance that divided them. As he neared the unlikely pair, he caught the tail end of their conversation just in time as he cleared his throat to announce his presence. “Rivin,” He greeted evenly. Not that he or either of his remaining siblings were comfortable with expressing emotion, now was certainly not the time in present company- especially if Rivin wanted something. “I didn’t take you for a revolutionary.” He observed with a breath of amusement. But the hint of humor quickly faded as he made his next inquiry. “What has happened back at the coast? What did Gil do?” He asked, searching her expression for any sort of insight into the situation.
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