Whispering in the trails of unhallowed things

Setekh’s ears twitched, catching every breath, every rustle. He could feel the fear radiating from her, thick and palpable, a delectable scent that made his blood sing with anticipation. Run little one, run. Fear makes the heart beat faster, the blood sweeter.

He relished the sight of her huddled among the ferns, her pink eyes wide with terror. His muscles coiled, ready to pounce, his molten eyes locked onto her trembling form as he taunted her. Her scent, her fear, it’s all yours. Draw it out, make it last.

With a predator’s grace, he lunged through the foliage. Her scream, so sweet, tore through the forest, sending a thrill down his spine. His claws sank into her fur, pinning her to the ground. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, savoring the moment of her terror. Breathing her scent in as he struck. Her wide, terrified eyes met his, and for a moment, he reveled in the power he held over her. But then, in a burst of defiance, she wrenched herself free. Her muscles twisted and contorted, creating enough space to strike back. Oh? She fights, she fights! Yes, make her struggle, make her bleed.

Her jaws clamped down on his throat, sharp teeth piercing flesh. The pain was sharp, but it only fueled his hunger. His core burned, his throat reverberating with a laugh unspilled from his lips. He growled, a deep, guttural sound, and retaliated with savage force. Their bodies clashed in a brutal dance, each attack met with equal ferocity. Her defiance is delicious, her struggle divine.

Setekh’s red eyes blazed with unholy light as he matched her fury, each movement calculated and precise. Blood and pain mingled with the scent of pine and earth, creating a heady mix that drove him to greater heights of savagery and pleasure. Each swipe of her claws, each bite of her jaws, was met with his own ferocious attacks. He felt her claws rake against his skin, felt the hot rush of his own blood, but still — it only spurred him on.

He moved with precision, each strike aimed to subdue, to dominate. Her determination shone through every movement, proof of her will to survive. But he did not wish to take her life from her. No. She fights so beautifully, her spirit strong. Break it, make it yours.

Setekh’s voice cut through the air once more, a low, mocking whisper. “Your fear belongs to me.” He lunged again, claws and teeth bared, ready to claim his prize. Teeth snapping at her own jugular, aiming to pin her back down.

Setekh vs Ellara for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Golden horn crown
Defensive Battle Accessory: Golden claw talon fittings
Companion 1: Raven, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Albino Raven, female - battle
Skills: Master Intellectual & Advanced Fighter
Specialty: n/a