Snakes on a plane

While Ezekiel went to work on the serpent's head and neck, Rhazien kept his focus on preventing it from coiling around the younger male. Of course, it wasn’t an easy feat- most of its body comprised of strong musculature, which kept Rhazien’s head pulling to and fro, as it fought against him. He had to plant his paws into the mud, toes flexing, nails digging, to keep himself anchored in place. The hissing from the beast was quite loud as well- seeping into his ears, causing them to ring, but only momentarily. The big fucker was definitely pissed off. But alas, it wouldn’t be able to fight off the wolves who were determined to end its life.

Flexing his jaw, and widening his grip. Rhazien’s fangs sawed deeper until he penetrated the inner cavity. Entrails started to weep out of the wound- hot against his lips, as they seeped out from the side of his mouth. It tasted foul, but it was exhilarating. Which brought out a bubble of frenzied laughter from the bigger Saxe male- a testament to the bloodlust rolling through his body.

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