Putrid Pride

Her screams were so fucking loud. They sent shockwaves rolling down his spine, the sensation oscillating into his musculature. Carnal lust. He couldn’t deny the erection starting to form between his thighs. The desire to pillage the girl, in more ways than one, flooded his mind. Eye’s trailing across her mangled frame, gaze cold, licentious, unforgiving. Hungry. Licking his jowls, clearing some of the blood off his lips and whiskers. He glanced towards her bloodied face, searching for those acidic green eyes. They were open, but seemed unable to focus on anything specific. Bringing his face into her view, aware she couldn’t exactly see him. He wanted her to be aware of his silhouette. Of his proximity. “Next time you think of meddling in Sephiran’s affairs.” Slipping over her, placing his paws on each side of her. A paw rose to scoop up her hips and bring them to him. “Think twice.”

But suddenly, Rhazien would freeze. The eerie, deafening howl of Sephiran’s voice resonated from somewhere within the sound. Summoning him. Ears twitching upon his skull, and a sigh escaping his lips. He could hear the crunching of paws in snow, somewhere in the vicinity. It sounded like someone was sprinting in their direction.

Rhazien glanced at Absinth one last time, savoring the damage he had done. And then, his lips pulled back into that characteristic, devilish smile of his. A job well done. Turning away, he left her there- alone, mutilated, wallowing in a pool of her blood.

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