Blood Moon Date Night

As tempting as it was to stop and continue to watch the display Scylla was putting on with the other brutes, all Saracyn's mind was consumed by was a bloodlust to tear apart these brutes apart, especially the lead wolf who was trying to push Scylla behind him like she was some toy he could possess and keep away from him. Sara's eyes blazed with a violent inferno as he snarled at the lead brute, but there was still two others in his way. At least, there was, until the leader dropped to the ground with a howl of pain and revealed a wickedly grinning Scylla brandishing a bloodied blade. She had crippled the leader behind his back and was now trying to crawl away for his life. With the remaining two trespassers divided between them, Saracyn wasted no time charging for the larger of the two males.

The two brutes collided like a landslide, massive bodies of taut powerful muscle crashing together in a violent show of hostility. Sara's jaws snapped at his opponent's, the clack of fangs gnashing together resounding between the two wolves as they pushed and fought to gain the upper hand over the other. Saracyn grunted and snarled as he shoved back against the other brute, biding his time until he could find his opening and ducked beneath his opponent's snapping jaws. From below, Sara lunged forward and wrapped his jaws around the brute's throat, using his strength and momentum to toss the other brute to the ground. The wolf below him yelped in panic, but that sound was swiftly reduced to a wet guttural choking as Sara's sharklike fangs tore straight through the soft flesh and sinew until hot metallic blood poured into his mouth.

The killing blow had been struck and Saracyn could leave the wolf to his fate—but Saracyn was not a kind brute. Still clutching the dying wolf by his throat, Sara hefted his opponent up by the neck and then slammed him back down into the ground, his serrated fangs tearing deeper and deeper with every lift and slam into the blood-soaked ground. Then, with one great slam down and a push of a paw on the brute's head, Saracyn's jaws snapped straight through the brute's spinal cord, severing his skull from his body and decapitating him with his sheer strength. Sara tossed the now limp body aside and leered down at the blank stare on the severed head staring back up at him. The bloodstained crimson brute then looked back up to Scylla, looking to see how her fight had fared and if she needed his aid, though he doubted she would.

"Saracyn Mendacium"