Come On Out Now...

Diablo rushed forward to meet Sephiran’s assault, their movements a chaotic blend of menace and speed, driven by unyielding bloodlust. They both had a predatory gleam in their eyes- a malevolent hunger for destruction -the need to dominate and destroy.

While the Sultan snapped his jaws at Diablo’s throat, the male swung his horned head at him, deflecting his attack. A snarl resonated from Sephiran, his breath visible in the cold air- hanging like spectral tendrils- just before his jaws were forced shut from the impact. But he did not hesitate to lunge again- even as finger-liked paws grabbed his wrist, pulling him forward- his jaws were unhinging again, and he snapped at Diablo’s face.

With his opponent's incoming jaws, Sephiran’s goal was to interlock their jaws in a battle for supremacy- fangs against fangs.

"Sephiran Saxe"