engulfed in flames

Finally someone approached him. He silently thanked the gods - the fire of bloodlust boiled beneath his skin and threatened to drive him mad. For the sake of Yfir, he knew the darker desires that sat in the reaches of his mind had to be quelled, but at the very least he could get some level of satisfaction today. Kaprasius could already tell the gods had him in their favor today.

The woman that approached was a stranger to him, though lately he rarely left the confines of Yfir. His single working eye swiveled in its socket, roving over her as she drew near. Her scent was heavy of heat; a wicked grin curled the corners of his lips upward.  She was a pretty thing, not too young and though she bore a few scars, her face was quite untainted. Maybe I can change that, the scarred brute thought to himself, his tail flicking behind him with unconstrained glee at his contender's approach.  "A spar sounds wonderful,"  he'd say, head tilting as Jormungadr slithered from her position around his front limb and onto the ground, moving a bit away from the group - not wanting to interfere. His smile was wide and a bit teasing as he bowed his head to her. "Ladies first?"