touch the flame

In response to his name, Sephiran released a low, guttural snarl. The lust for savagery and bloodshed crawled down his spine, saliva pooling within the pockets of his jowls. Already baring his fangs, coaxing the man forward. He fortified his defenses- folding his ears flat, tightening his core, and centering his gravity by aligning his tail with his spine- all meant to morph him into a battle-ready stance. All the while, his mismatched eyes assessed Ezekiel, scanning for subtleties that would prelude an oncoming attack.  

And then, the male shot forward, covering the ground between them in a few strides. Sephiran didn’t back down- nor, did he try to move and dodge the attack. Instead, he leaped forward, attempting to meet the male in a head-on attack. Throwing his right shoulder forward, and pulling his head to his left. He would attempt to slam his shoulder into those snapping jaws, to keep his face from being attacked. It was also meant to stun the man, and alter his balance if successful.  

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