Seth Capella

My laughter’s loud, my teasing sharper, but even heirs need corners where the crown doesn’t fit quite right. I guard my circle like a wolf pacing the edge of a fire—always watching, always listening. The woods beyond campus? My true territory. No politics, no legends, just earth and scent and the rare soul who’ll sit with me under the stars and ask, ‘What do you want, Seth?’ Not the Heir. Just me.