Fury Burns Hot

Following the pack meeting, Sephiran had several tasks to complete; and one of them, he believed was more prevalent than the rest. He needed to confront Cifarelli. Just the sight of him at the gathering sent Sephiran into a fit of rage- the surge of hot, searing anger lingering in his chest, igniting every muscle fiber and singeing every nerve. It was a pain akin to no other- a knife to the heart, a stab to his ego, a searing agony that cut deep and left a wound that refused to heal. The anger is raw, the sense of betrayal palpable; every thought tinged with bitterness, every memory tainted, his rage all-consuming and demanding satiation.

There was only one way to satiate the Sultan’s aminosity; an act he should have carried out the second Cifarelli dared to show his face.

Blood needed to be spilt.

He’d dismissed the group after the meeting, watching Cifarelli slink off into the shadows with his new pet in tow. Once everyone had cleared out, Sephiran leaped down from his perch and was hot on his brother’s trail. He’s propelled forward with a single-minded determination, the fire burning within fueling his steps as he chased after him. Closing in, Sephiran sought to emerge from the sideline and cut his brother off, shoving his way past the girl and dismissing her with a vicious, guttural snarl.

There are no words to be spoken - this is the Saxe way, after all - and if anyone understood that, it was Sephiran and his siblings. Betrayal was met with violence. There may have been a reason for Cifarelli’s disappearance, but Sephiran was a man who lacked rationality; losing sight of any reason, a torrent of emotions overwhelming him. Without hesitation, he slams himself into Cifarelli, shifting all of his weight forward and attempting to shove his brother back. Jaws unhinge and snap at Cifarelli’s face, to rake his saber fangs across his right eye socket.


"Sephiran Saxe"