Scale Armor

It’s not long before another band member overhears the havoc- only, the male who arrived to help slaughter the crocodile, wasn’t expected. Ezekiel, the male who is both Elysia’s brother and his cousin, erupts from the sidelines. Uprooting dirt as he sprints across the clearing, throwing himself directly into the line of fire. Sephiran can’t hide the smirk that contorts his features- lips pulling back farther, revealing more of his fangs that yearned to penetrate flesh. And so, as Zeke runs directly at the crocodile, slamming into its side and knocking it off course. Sephiran lunges forward, biting down on a back limb while its attention is on the other male.

Fangs penetrate deep, the tips scraping against bone. But he is forced to puncture and release, because the crocodile whips back around to try and catch him in its toothy mouth. Backpeddling, he avoids being grabbed with only inches to spare. A snarl erupts from his jaws, blood dripping off his chin and onto his chest. This was going to be a slow, paced battle- the armor of the crocodile prevented them from taking out big chunks at a time. But ah, Sephiran could be patient when need be. And, slaughtering things in the most painful, agonizing way possible, was a favorite pastime of his. So this was something he would quite enjoy.

"Sephiran Saxe"