Burdens Doublefold

She certainly had a point. It didn’t take much to provoke Sephiran into bloodshed. Hell, a majority of the time, he mauled and slaughtered things for fun. And although his fight with Aresenn served a purpose, he couldn’t deny the thrill that came along with it. It wasn’t recognizable at the time, given he was so enraged. But now looking back on it... he wondered how euphoric it would have been, if Sephiran stabbed him afterall. While Aurelia worked, his gaze left her face. Trailing down to the sheathed dagger on his forelimb. The change in his gaze gave insight to the thoughts buzzing inside of his mind. Stabbing flesh was therapeutic. It went in like butter. Caused so much damage, in a short amount of time. Cuts could be precise too.

When he looked back at her, his eyes were lit with that spark of mania again. His usual look. Tail flicking, tapping against the ground, as he thought about unsheathing his knife and playing with it. “This will be a regular occurrence, I’m sure.” The movement of her paws against his wound stung. But, the feeling of her voluntarily touching him… it was foreign, but pleasant.