What We Do in the Shallows

As the girl took a few steps back, likely to avoid being sprayed with flesh and blood from the dismemberment, Sephiran said nothing. He just stood there holding his prize, watching her with an unwavering gaze. A bicolored, unempathetic gaze that shone with the type of bloodlust that could only accompany the face of a monster. He was silent even, up until the moment she claimed there would be something bigger, meaner, and tougher than him. A low, guttural warning started to rumble inside his chest, resonating from depths only anger could bring to the surface. Though she may have meant it as a warning, there was truth to it. Sephiran only saw it as a challenge. A stab to his ego that made his stomach churn in disgust at the mere thought of something being better than him.

He went to take a step towards her, his head lowering to align with his shoulders, just as she scoffed and took off into the dunes. Part of him wanted to chase after her, as watching her run away, stirring up a small cloud of sand in her wake, beckoned to the predatorial instincts within him. The urge to hunt her down bubbled inside him and increased when she stopped to make a command. His muscles tensed, the fox head falling from his mouth as he contemplated chasing her one last time. But she suddenly vanished into the horizon, leaving him alone on the beach with the fox, the seal, and the vulture lurking nearby.

Sephiran would spend the next couple of hours succumbing to his anger before finally departing from the beach. The next wolf to visit, which he hoped would be the girl, would be met with a disgusting scene of dismembered carcasses littered across the beach. Only clusters of vultures picking away at what was left behind would remain with time.


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