Break Stuff

Watching from his perch, Sephiran set his gaze on Absinth. Captivated by her advance, eyes alit with morbid fascination. He wanted to see her morph into a predator in the face of unrivaled danger. Not because she was cornered, but because she was enthralled by the bloodshed. There weren’t many creatures as deadly as a polar bear- even grizzlies couldn’t compare. They were massive, lumbering, vicious beasts. Ones who killed for sport, tortured their prey, played with them. Sephiran should have seen the beasts as admirable, given they shared similar qualities. But each time he encountered one of the white bears, all he saw was a threat who dared to challenge him.

Hunt, feed, reproduce, repeat. It was the mundane cycle of life that Sephiran desperately wanted to break out of. Did Absinth feel the same? Or was she purely driven by the need for survival?

Sephiran was eager to see what happened next.  

Leaning forward on his haunches, he watched as she barreled forward. A paw grazed her hip, claws slicing into the muscle.  Even from this distance, Sephiran recognized the splatter of red as blood wept from her wound. Licking his lips, fantasizing about the taste. He didn’t descend from his perch just yet, as Absinth single-handedly kept attacking the monstrosity. Jumping onto its back, sinking her jaws into it’s nape. Was she trying to sever the spinal cord? Laughable at best, given how thick the bear’s pelt was. But oh? His assumption was wrong. Absinth was blinding it with her claws, using her hold on its nape to keep her steady. Still choosing to not intervene, he witnessed the bear rear up- perhaps trying to buck her off, or throw itself onto its back to crush her.

Meanwhile, her cubs had fled into the nearby foliage, trying to hide while their mother fought to protect them.


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