➳ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍs

@☸ zhennan auryleis. ᵉ Once again, quite unsurprisingly, San had threaded the enemy territory once again. Some would call him too risky, a man with a self-preservation instinct that was similar to that of a light-crazed moth's, but to him, who had been dancing along to death's tune of life for so long already, none of those had actually felt like actual insults. He had craved death for so long, that it felt like all of the things he did right then were only things that could accelerate his end. But of course, his wing leaders wouldn't allow it. The coven wouldn't allow it. Losing him meant that they were losing the brain of the coven, one that had quickly become its backbone since the day San had been taken into the coven without his consent. Yet still, they couldn't stop him from being so reckless, though it wasn't as if his actions were for no reason either.

But those were thoughts for another time, ones that would be unveiled once the time had come.

The gears to fuel his plan had already turned since the day he became a patron, after all.

As for the reason why he was in the Auryleian territory once again, oh well, San was... bored. Too bored. Jung Wooseok was nowhere to be found (probably out and off doing his... whatever duties, helping the others here and there), and Jung Wooyoung was... actually, San didn't know. The only thing he was certain at this point of time was that his wing leaders had left him to his own devices, and as such, San had gotten too bored. He didn't even feel like sleeping with someone — or just plain sleeping, honestly. Even sleep became something that San was too lazy to do — sleep meant dreams, and dreams meant nightmares. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anything that even remotely reminded him of the past.

So he might or might not have caused a few small explosions within the streams of the Auryleian territories. San knew that could call attention, and honestly, he was just trying to see how fast the Auryleian security was. Apparently, it wasn't that fast — nor was it too... strong either, because the Vlatkan patron still had to wait for... perhaps ten minutes or so? Until someone came. He hadn't even bothered covering his presence, simply opting for toying with the wind to create an illusion that he wasn't there, but of course, his presence was too loud that it could be sensed by anyone who was sensitive enough. San was sitting on the ground when he heard someone growl near him, and when he finally turned to face the Auryleian, he merely blinked.

Now this was a face he could vaguely recognize, key word being: vaguely. Almost immediately, San dispersed the air that surrounded his being, revealing himself to the enemy. A mischievous grin automatically found itself on San's lips, and he cocked his head to the side. "Oh? I thought the Auryleians were known for their hospitality. Guess the rumors were wrong then."

[] sssh it's not bad at all!

@⚜ san vlatka. ᵃ [unu sorry it's bad sani]

Zhennan was wholly devoted to his job. As a wing leader, he was supposed to serve the people and aid his patron- and he accomplished that duty rather well, he'd always thought. The witch was hyper-alert in every waking moment, out scouting and guarding the borders whenever he wasn't by Taehyung's side or wracking his brains for some way to support the coven more. Of course, it wasn't only because of his unending loyalty towards the clan but moreso, was a way for him to stop that gash in his heart from throbbing in pain. To pile on more and more to his workload so that he could be too immersed to have time to consider other silly, menial thoughts like his own feelings. The closer he got to becoming an unfeeling machine of war, well, the better it was for everyone, he thought. Everything else was just unnecessary. Until the day he could rip apart the Vlatkan filth that had done the same to his kin..no. He shouldn't get that far ahead of himself. That was but a far off pipe dream, and he had more imminent things to worry about.

There were still tasks yet to be finished- he has to survey the streams area, and collect some herbs for the priests as well. And the streams were...deceiving, he supposed. For a territory so far away from where the majority of auryleans called home, it was off-puttingly peaceful. Tranquile. Soft, flowing trickles of water broke the silence like silver bells, and stepping among the verdant foliage could calm any person's heart. Like a beautiful, innocent trap lulling one into a false sense of security. Zhennan knew that he shouldn't, but, it was difficult. He'd always been weak to nature and the love of nature that coursed through his veins. It was his inheritance, that softness, the same one that had lead to the destruction of so many. He should have known that he would not be any different. Thinking back now, there were so many things that could have happened to achieve a solution so unlike the present. He should have been able to smell that signature fire-smoke from lengths and lengths away. The leader could have set up in ambush; to take the element of surprise for himself rather than the other way around. At the very worst it would have been possible to alert the others...but now it fell onto his shoulders to take on a formidable foe by himself.

"Vlatkan!" He growled into the air, eyes pinpointed on where he knew the other was. Such simple tricks were unable to fool his senses- just like how he could smell the thick magic in this one. "You are not welcome here!"