Orange & Black

By now, he was nearly leaning on the edge of his seat- a willing bystander in the slaughtering of the tiger, as he fought back his own compulsion to join in and feast. The only thing keeping him at bay, was the condition of their meeting - he hadn’t seen Caedes in quite some time - wasn’t aware of the strength Caedes had obtained in Sephiran’s absence. This was a test of sorts- much like the trials his band members endured, to determine if they truly belonged in his group of heathens. Space was limited, resources waning- he wouldn’t allow someone who hesitates to take up space.

But ah, Sephiran had worried over nothing, it seemed- Caedes knowing exactly where to take his place, as he presented the killing blow as a gift to the young Sultan. The saliva inside of his maw wept from the corners of his lips- forming strings as they opened, tongue rolling out to slide across his whiskers. The look in his eyes, was purely predatory- the bloodlust boiling in his abdomen, apparent in the way his pelt stood erect at the opportunity to kill. Sauntering forward, Sephiran does not hesitate. Shoving his way past Caedes - ravenous and maniacal - he grabs the tiger by the throat and savors the familiar pulsation of arterial blood. His saber fangs penetrate deep - scraping against the cartilage of the trachea, until pop! it punctures straight through, allowing a rush of air to seep through. And yet, he doesn't stop there- his skull begins to trash, jaws flexing before relaxing, his grip widening, as he tore the tiger's throat to shreds. Creating a bloody, mauled mess of flesh and fur, using a paw to stabilize the shoulders as he haphazardly decapitated the beas-  only to satiate his depravity.


"Sephiran Saxe"