The Pact

As expected, Aurelia became enraged by his interruption of her… what in the hell was she even doing? It didn’t matter. Even as she screamed at him to get out, holding her tiny forearm over the fire to allow blood to drip into it, Sephiran did not falter in his advance. He used his weight to shove himself into her, forcing her to topple over so he could descend upon her. As he grabbed the base of her neck and upper shoulder, he felt pain ignite across one of his forelimbs. She had bit him. His excitement for the hunt morphed into something far more sinister now that she had dared to retaliate.

Sephiran was infuriated.

With another bellowing snarl, Sephiran violently thrashed his head, trying to tear deeper into her flesh with his elongated fangs. It was also meant to disorient her, force her to let go of his limb, and cause pain. And, after a few rounds of shaking, he would attempt to throw her body towards the perimeter of her alter, so he could destroy her beloved work.

“You little bitch,” He hissed after attempting to remove her from the inner circle, if only for a moment. With her blood dripping from his jaws, and his own weeping from the bite on his forearm, Sephiran moved towards the inner fire. With a single, swift swipe of his paw, he destroyed the kindling material at the bottom, scattering it across the ground to rid the fire of its life source. As he did so, the blood from his forearm splattered, falling into the fire with an audible hiss.  

"Sephiran Saxe"