What We Do in the Shallows

As the fox stumbled before him, crashing violently into the unforgiving sand, it released a bloodcurdling cry that could only resonate from a creature who feared for its life. And Sephiran loved it. It fabricated a sense of euphoria that he could not describe, and mixed with the taste of blood from the wound he created, he was nearly intoxicated from the adrenaline coursing through his body. The familiar sensation of fervorous lust started to simmer within his stomach, slowly spreading its warmth into his groin which caused nearly every strand of hair along his spine to stand erect.  

Another snarl billowed from his gaping jaws, and within moments he had descended upon the creature, who had taken on a defensive posture by tucking its tail and twisting to face him head-on. Much smaller, more slender jaws snapped back at him, sinking into the thick tuff of fur on his right shoulder, but he ignored it. This positioning left the top of the fox’s neck open, and he didn’t hesitate to strike at it. He grabbed the entirety of his opponent's scruff, ensuring to clamp his jaws tightly, to sink his fangs beyond superficial layers of flesh. Another yelp resonated from the fox, which quickly turned into screams as Sephiran violently shook his head, lifting it from the ground and flinging it from side to side. This continued for several minutes, as the fox snapped wildly at whatever it could grab, clawing at his chest to try and get away.

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