Several yards from the perimeter of the Hebridean Sheep corral, Sephiran is grappling with an intruder, their bodies melding together in a flurry of motion as the Sultan grabs the male by the throat and pins him to the ground. Alarmed bleats resonate from his sheep, panic spreading through the group in waves- but they are safe now.

Sephiran had caught the rogue male red-handed, having trespassed into his domain to try and steal one of his precious sheep. Their surveillance of ravens alerted the Sultan, guiding him to the intruder who was about to enter the corral when he arrived. Sephiran didn’t hesitate- he launched a vicious assault, pinning the male down - and now, his victim was begging for mercy, asking Sephiran to hear his pleas as he begged for his life. As if the Sultan would spare it.

"Speech"

Code by Sea

Ravana watched the struggle from the shadows of the treeline, her wide lilac eyes glowing with twisted interest.

Every pitiful whimper and desperate plea from the pinned male reached her ears, and her lips curled in a wicked grin, revealing the faint gleam of her growing fangs.

"Begging for mercy? How boring.” she murmured softly, her voice barely more than a whisper carried by the wind. She stepped forward, caramel fur and lavender markings catching the light as she emerged from the treeline, her gaze locked on the writhing rogue.

"What's this worm’s punishment, Father?" she asked sweetly, her tone laced with dark amusement as she circled them, eyes lingering on the male's trembling form. Surely her father had something worse in store for the thief.



"Ravana Seraphim Saxe"