Schizophrenic Fever Dreams

The blood pooling in his jaws, the sinew in his teeth, the crunching of bone from the power of his jaws. It was exhilarating. Through the flesh in his mouth, Sephiran burst into maniacal laughter, which heightened in pitch when her body shifted from Aresenn’s assault. He had grabbed her somewhere, which sparked the innate impulse to pull her away from him. A snarl bubbled from his throat, knees bending and paws shifting to assume a more defensive posture. He pulled back again, which he assumed Aresenn would retaliate by doing the same.

Sephiran wouldn’t stop until there was a declared victor… or, in this case, until there was nothing left to fight over.

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