Break Stuff

Watching with morbid enthusiasm, Sephiran’s gaze didn’t stray away from the battle to the death. Absinth finally delivered the killing blow- first extracting the mother polar bear's tongue, perhaps out of carnal bloodlust. Blood loss would eventually claim the bear’s life- her body becoming still, which prompted Absinth’s attention to the cubs. Leaning forward, tracing her movements with his gaze. He was thrilled to see her treat the children so callously.

As she suffocated the life out of the second cub, Sephiran made his descent. Loping down the hillside, entering her proximity without warning. Gravitating towards her, and slowing his pace to a saunter. He walked directly through the bloodied scene, crushing whatever organs lay on the ground beneath his paws. Licking at his lips, clearing away the saliva dripping from his jowls. Sephiran cast his gaze to her, pleased with the slaughter, though his expression remained stoic. The acknowledgment was enough- surely she would pick up on the subtleties of his body language. He wasn’t attacking her, after all. Turning to the carnage, Sephiran surveyed the scene one last time, before he drifted away into the neighboring tree line.

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