When in Doubt, We Cull

Sericea held Zagan's gaze, the world around them fading into the background as she lost herself in the swirling depths of his mismatched eyes. His challenge hung in the air, an unspoken dare that sent a thrill racing down her spine. She could feel the heat of his breath ghosting across her muzzle, the barest brush of their fur as he leaned in closer. Her heart hammered in her chest, a wild, erratic rhythm that matched the pounding of her pulse in her ears. Slowly, deliberately, Sericea closed the remaining distance between them. Her lips meeting his in a feather-light touch, the contact sending sparks of electricity dancing across her skin.

It was a chaste kiss, barely more than a whisper, but it held the promise of something more. Something dark and dangerous and exhilarating. Sericea pulled back just slightly, her acidic green eyes searching Zagan's face for a reaction. "Is that what you wanted?" she breathed, her voice low and husky. A playful smile tugged at her blood-stained muzzle. "Or would you really rather I clean your wound?"

She knew she was playing with fire, toying with forces she didn't fully understand. But in that moment, Sericea didn't care. She was drunk on the taste of blood, intoxicated by the raw, primal energy that crackled between them.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"