Blubber in your teeth

She felt his restrained fury, like a heat radiating from him. His whispered words sank into her, a promise of bloodshed that made her heart hammer with a dark, childish glee. And for all intents and purposes, she was a child. Just a really morbid one.

She moved with him, a shadow clinging to his side, every step as quiet as the anticipation growing within her. The thought of flesh yielding beneath her claws, of that soft, warm spill of blood, was an allure she couldn’t resist. Her father was a force of pure, unfiltered strength—a storm with teeth and claws honed over endless conquest. And in that moment, she was a hungry echo of his savagery, an eager witness to the artistry of his destruction.

She watched as he closed in on the bloated creature, her mind drifting to what the feel of that rubbery skin would be like in her maw. Ravana waited, her fangs gleaming in the dim light, barely able to hold back her excitement. And as Sephiran reached his target, she felt herself drawn forward, insatiable in her desire to see what her father could do.


"Ravana Seraphim Saxe"