Oh Foolish, Foolish was I

Locked in a battle for dominance, Sephiran and Aresenn tenaciously grappled with one another. While the crimson brute tore into his shoulder, Sephiran fangs raked across his face. Having already punctured his lip, lacerated his nose and snout. Tainting those handsome features he claimed the Armada princess wanted to fuck. Snarling, rolling his tongue in his mouth, and savoring the metallic taste of Aresenn’s hot blood, as it wept from his wounds. Sephiran wasn’t going to back down until he had the brute beneath him, with his knife drawn to his throat. He’d meant it when he said he would force the information out of him.

And suddenly, Sephiran got what he wanted.

Attribute it to his strength, momentum, the loose soil, or a combination of it all. Suddenly Aresenn was tumbling backwards, losing his footing, as Sephiran shoved his weight forward and threw him to the ground. But with this, Sephiran paid a price- the chunk of fur and flesh he held in his mouth, gave way to the pressure. Ripping away from his body, leaving him with a flesh wound, and Aresenn with a mouth full of Sephiran. The pain in his shoulder increased- searing across his chest, all the way into his opposing limb. Snarling, snapping his jaws, infuriated with the pain. He came down onto Aresenn, trying to pin him, while his jaws snaked to the blade hidden in its sheath.

Drawing the blade, and gripping the handle tightly between his jaws. Sephiran loomed over Aresenn, glaring down at him. Admiring the roadmap of lacerations he’d left on his face. But Sephiran's eyes weren’t as maniacal as before- one could tell that the battle had satiated some of his bloodlust. Moving down, intending to draw the blade to Aresenn’s flesh. It seemed as if he was going to stab him- but his actions abruptly came to a halt.

Ears twitching upon his skull, eyes shifting to the north. It was an ear piercing scream echoing throughout the Polar Sound that froze him. Absinth. Rhazien was making good work of her, wasn’t he? “I wonder if that’s how Aurelia screamed, when she tried to take her life.” Seething through the leathered handle, Sephiran turned his gaze back to Aresenn, looking for recognition. If there was an inclination of worry, fear, or even remorse.. Sephiran’s rage would be quelled, and he would allow Aresenn to go witness the mutilation of his little friend.