Fury Burns Hot

With the cartilaginous appendage in his mouth, Sephiran pinched it viciously between his teeth, penetrating through the tissue with an audible pop. The sensation against his lips was riveting, causing a sadistic smirk to pull at the corners of his lips, the domineering purr that resonated from his chest filling the space between them. And yet, it did not satiate his fury. He would relentlessly attack until his brother submitted, even if that meant causing catastrophic damage. Because Sephiran was a creature of malice and contempt.

Cifarelli was twisting beneath him, adding tension to his ear before rip! It nearly severed in two inside of Sephiran’s jaws, his brother’s body contorting into a submissive posture as he tapped his tail to signal his surrender. Cifarellia had pulled his ear away, leaving a bloodied, mangled mess in the wake of Sephiran’s rage, blood dripping from the Sultan’s dark maw and onto the forest floor. “If you ever leave without notice again,” Deep baritones sliced through the air, their eyes meeting in a silent challenge as Sephiran dared his brother to defy him again. “I’ll rip your eyes from their sockets and make your life a living hell.” Every word dripped with authority, every gesture calculated to assert control over Cifarelli. He’d never accept betrayal from his brother again. “Start pulling your weight. Scout the neighboring territories, replenish the food stores, assist Rhazien in whatever he needs.” There was no room for compromise, no mercy as Sephiran set his expectations. Just like Yarra, he needed more from his brother. "You'll be useless no more." He wouldn’t allow him to be a useless pawn in his ranks, because he knew he was capable of being useful if he tried.

"Sephiran Saxe"