Fury Burns Hot

Brother!

Cifarelli’s voice sliced through the clearing, rising above the guttural snarl that resonated from Sephiran’s throat. The collision of their bodies was cataclysmic, the impact reverberating through the air, as they melded together in a flurry of motion. There was a jolt of pain, muscles straining and fibers stretched as microvessels burst to form a hematoma beneath the skin; but Sephiran remained vicious and unrelenting in his assault, ignoring his brother’s pleas as he continued to unleash his fury.

Paws pressed at his chest, trying to push him away but the Sultan leaned into it, welcoming the scraping the claws against his skin. His fangs had ranked across his brother’s eye, sparing his sight but it would leave a mangled, scarred mess behind. A constant reminder of his betrayal. There was nothing Cifarelli could say to keep Sephiran at bay - and the male must have realized it, given he was starting to fight back - teeth grabbing onto Sephiran’s upper shoulder / lower portion of his throat, sinking down into the subcutaneous tissue to create a firm hold.

Another snarl rippled from Sephiran, a chaotic explosion of energy as they morphed into a whirlwind of limbs and fury, grappling for dominance in a frenzied struggle. Cifarelli refused to yield, which fueled Sephiran’s desire to pin him down - a front forelimb raising up to hook over his brother’s shoulder, before his weight shifted down and he threw the smaller male onto the earth.

Each blow landed with a crushing force, the sound of the impact echoing in the stillness of the air. Even with Cifarelli’s hold, Sephiran craned his head down and grabbed him by the ear. He wanted Sephiran to listen?

How fitting would it be, for the Sultan to shred the male’s ear in response to his request.


"Sephiran Saxe"