Relapse

Her response to his question was far from what he was expecting. The herbs burning for some type of meditation spell, that part he didn’t care about. But when she mentioned someone entered the cave, a male at that, Sephiran’s became enraged. Rushing towards her, he unsheathed his knife and held it tightly in his jaws, snarling through the handle and attempting to descend upon her. His movement was haphazard, paws trampling over her, as he brought the blade to her throat. "You whore!" He seethed, completely unhinged by the thought of someone else entering his domain, conversing with his prize, touching her, tainting her. His mind went wild, scenarios of what could have happened playing over, and over, and over, each second feeling like hours.

Pressing the steel against her flesh, he added enough pressure to almost pierce the skin, but not yet. “You allowed a man in here!?” Accusatory, vile, enraged. Sephiran couldn’t hold back the mix of emotions in his tone. He was quickly losing touch with reality. "Tell me what happened!” The pressure behind the blade increased, creating a small cut that wept a few drops of blood. He had completely forgotten about his original objective now - none of it would matter if she had been tainted. He would have to throw her away.  

"Speech"