He had been traveling a good deal since leaving Raiders Hollow, going nowhere in particular, however, as he tried to figure things out for himself. Last he knew, his brother was up North somewhere, but he wasn't particularly sure where in the North. He had a feeling he was getting closer, surely within one of the two packs that resided up here, no? Night was falling, and the hell-born male decided he ought to seek shelter for the night before resuming his wanderings in the morning. He found the Mines, slowly made his way in as he picked up a piece of interesting debris here and there. An old torch near the entrance, a piece of rusted metal several yards in. He'd cast them aside as they were of no interest let alone any real use to him. Had his brother been here yet? He wasn't sure. But he'd find him sooner or later, he was sure. "Speech"

It wasn’t often that Sephiran left the borders of his domain- between the Polar Sound, the island, and the pine forest, there was always something to do. Patrolling. Hunting. Training. All mundane tasks that nearly bored Sephiran to death. And so, he found himself lingering at the edge of the Polar Sound, claws digging into the soil as he debated on patrolling the neighboring territories for the hell of it.

With his companions in tow, the Saxe Sultan made his way South, approaching the Northern Mines at nightfall. Memories of his fun with Aresenn in the mines played inside of his head- the harrowing screams of the girl they pillaged together, the taste of her sweat against his tongue and the smell of her fear. Sweet, sweet memories. Entering the mines, Sephiran has no objective other than satiating his boredom. He’s aware that he isn’t alone- the smell of another wolf is strong - but for now, he pays it no mind.

"Sephiran Saxe"

The silence is disturbed as his dogs alert him to something. The obsidian bastard lifts his head, crimson gaze narrowing as he looks toward the direction they had come from. Nostrils flared as he drank in the scent of another, the stench permeating the stagnant air of the Mines. The smell was vaguely familiar, but fuck if he knew who it was. There was the stink of an unfamiliar pack on him, causing his gaze to narrow as his mohawk bristled. "Who the fuck is that?!" He called out as he made his way closer. He never truly cared to remember those who weren't significant to him. And as the purple pelted brute came into view under the moonlight, there was little to no recognition in the obsidian males eyes. "I've already claimed this place for the night, fuck face. So fuck off back to whatever pack you belong to!" He growled. He wasn't really in the mood for sharing, nor did he feel like he should give this place up to some stranger, either.

"Speech"

The Saxe Sultan had just started his descent into the mines- infiltrating the space with his oppressive aura, creating the ominous sound of footfall and the rhythmic tapping of claws against stone. And already he’s intercepted, the deep, boisterous voice of another wolf resonating from the labyrinth of winding mines, demanding he declares his presence. A growl bubbles from the Sultan’s throat - a visceral reaction in the face of scrutiny - his pace quickening as he impulsively gravitated toward the voice, intent on seeing the wolf who dared to disrupt his wandering.

Shafts of moonlight guide his way deeper inside, illuminating his amethyst pelt, and creating a reflective glow in his heterochromatic eyes. A figure appears in the darkness, and quickly materializes into a male Sephiran recognizes, though vaguely. A pirate male from Aresenn’s homeland. Threats spew from his lips- they are animalistic and primal, as he challenges Sephiran, staking a claim over the mines, if only for a night.

Sephiran’s lips twitch, pulling back into a sneer that reveals a flash of stained teeth. Perhaps this unforeseen encounter was the shakeup he’d been looking for in his wandering- the opportunity to reciprocate aggression, to spill blood without restraint.

He does not respond verbally- instead, Sephiran lunges forward, attempting to barrel straight into the male. His jaws splay, and he snaps at the side of his neck, enthralled by the thrill of a vicious battle beneath the moonlight. And while Sephiran is focused on his opponent, his panther and falcon companions veer off to the three Doberman dogs, ready to intercept them should they try to intervene.

"Sephiran Saxe"

Sephiran vs Diablo for Maim (Scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: > 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Obsidian Blade
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear leather bracers
Companion 1: American Kestrel, Female - battle
Companion 2: Arizona Rattlesnake, male - battle
*Companion 3: Panther, female - battle - boosted
Mutation 1: Saber teeth (Offensive)
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Poison Master

The vaguely familiar male does not respond with words, but with action. A guttural snarl slips free from deep within his throat as the pack wolf descends toward him, jaws snapping as the purple beast lunges for him. Diablo squares off with him of course, crimson gaze lit with animosity and anger. He can't quite remember who this guy is since it had felt like a lifetime ago that they'd last met, but no doubt he'd remember in closer proximity. Regardless, for now the other wanted to fight, and Diablo felt the same. Pent up rage and anger would boil over, bristling his fur as his claws dug into the earth, legs coiling in preparation to fight.

Taking action of his own, Diablo rushes to meet him at the last moment, head swinging toward Sephiran's face in an effort to snap those jaws shut if not slam the horn closest to him against his attackers face and render him dizzy and knock him away. He reaches forward with a finger-like paw in an attempt to wrap his paw around Sephiran's wrist and drag the beast forward and straight into gaping jaws as Diablo opened his maw, fang caps flashing in the moonlight as he lunged for Sephiran's face for a biting grip. As he fought the man, his dogs would occupy themselves with his opponents companions, a cacophony of vicious snarling and commotion as they all fought.

Diablo vs Sephiran for Maim - Scarring
Round: 1/2
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Silver Metal Fang Caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked gauntlets
Companion 1: Doberman, Male, Battle - boosted
Companion 2: Doberman, Male, Battle
*Companion 3: Doberman, Male, Battle
Mutation 1: Horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bristled Mohawk - Defensive
Mutation 3: Dexterous Paws - Offensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Intellectual

"Speech"