Break Stuff

Traveling along the shoreline of the harbor, Sephiran wasn’t looking for anything in particular. In fact, if anything at all managed to get his attention and keep him busy, he would be satisfied. He had already tormented Aurelia quite thoroughly the night before. So much, that his dick was actually feeling sore, and he wasn’t interested in making it worse. He needed to find something else to do. Someone else to torment. Patrolling the territory was great. Slaughtering animals and trespassers was grand. But hell, he needed something new to happen. Needed some type of reprieve from his routine.

Absinth. Her scent dangled in the breeze, fresh and strong, meaning she was nearby. And, given that Aresenn’s scent wasn’t accompanying hers, meant she was alone. Why not pay her a visit? Changing his course, Sephiran trailed after her. Sauntering across the beach, allowing the waves to lap at his toes. As he came closer, her white frame appeared along the horizon… and so did three others. His pace quickened, ears turning in her direction, as the thunderous roar of a bear echoed across the valley. His mind whirled, memories of his encounter with Aresenn and the Polar Bear flashing in his vision. They were dangerous beasts, powerful and foreboding, hard to take down alone. Was Absinth really crazy enough to try it?

Stopping at a distance, Sephiran wanted to see if she was indeed that crazy. Or, that stupid. He caught the tail end of her taunt, coaxing the bear to charge. His inky lips peeled back, contorting into a sneer that could be interpreted as a smirk. He was close enough for her to see him, yet far enough to make his stance on the situation known. He was testing her, hoping to see the tactical predator she claimed to be come out and shine.   

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