At the break of dawn, just as the sun was starting to rise above the peaks of the mountain range in the east. Sephiran had summoned Cifarelli and Yarrabelle, commanding them to his side. Earlier in the night, the scent of an intruder had infiltrated the Polar Sound. And what better trio to complete an extermination, than the young brood of Saxe militants? He would have summoned Auriga as well. But she was on the hunt for food- a task Sephiran had delegated to her the night before. Perhaps later on, the four could indulge in another activity. But for now, it would remain the three of them.

Once they joined his side, the trio made their way to the heart of the territory. He was following the scent of a female Kodiak bear, who had emerged from her cave after hibernating over the winter. Her appetite was insatiable- she had been devouring the salmon that swam in the streams, filling her belly after starving for the winter months. Reaping his territory of its sustenance. Closing in on the bear, who was harvesting more of his. Sephiran gave the silent command to his siblings- to initiate the slaughter.

"Sephiran Saxe"

Yarra is a silent shadow at Seph's side, matching him stride-for-stride as they make their way through the territory. he's in peak form today, bristling with rage and indignation, muscles rippling beneath his striped pelt. Yarra half wants to poke fun at him for it, but something stays her tongue - the anticipation of the blood-letting, perhaps. regardless, she's all but trembling with repressed violence as they approach the bear, a grin splitting her face so wide it renders her rather unhinged. "heads or tails, Cifa?" she asks her brother, snickering meanly. "or do you need to ask Seph first?" no doubt he's lost in some truly sickening hero-worship of their eldest sibling. shoving her thoughts aside, Yarra begins to circle their prey, giving her brothers an opportunity to fan out and surround the bear. a few heartbeats later and she's breaking into a run, lunging forward as she sinks her teeth into the bear's right shoulder. a roar of distress sails through the air, and blood fills her mouth, spilling out from either side of her grinning maw. "Speech"

Devil’s whispers crawled through hot air to call forth the plague of death. His steps even, steady. Calculated. Hesitation held no place in what was carried on a path of darkening trails. Nostrils flared with another heaviness. A blood lust that drowned deeply into Saxe veins. Words did not need to be spoken when his presence became evident. Syncing as one with Sephiran and Yarrabelle. Their bodies stalking forth. Claws digging into earth soils. Only response to the question slicing into the silent space being a sharp snarl. Clash of fangs revealed after the pullover of black lips for exposure. She could speak whatever mean temptations she wished. However, Cifarelli ignored such childish sibling antics. Eyes of blood. Voided abyss center in such a deep red ocean watched as Yarra circled the bear. Her attack precise. The noise of pain cracked the surface of their newfound territory. To which he took as a signal. Paws moved quickly, fast. Jaws parting after a deep inhale of needed air. Before latching onto their opponent’s fleshy side. Fur filled his mouth. Tissue being ripped along with fatty muscle the more he bit down. Harsh tug to finally feel a splatter of satisfaction when that familiar crimson liquid escaped. Swallowing every drop; except for what dripped down the sides of his mouth. Oh what fun they would have. Their moment of bounding. "Speech"

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Sephiran didn’t respond to Yarrabelle’s comment out loud- instead, he cast his gaze to her, a spark of expectancy and dominance dancing in those mismatched eyes. Save your taunts for later. Shifting his attention back to the grizzly, he waited for his brother and sister to move forward. Allowing them to initiate the hunt, and show him what they were capable of. Yarra started to encircle it, taking a more tactical approach. Honing the crosshairs of her tooth and claw, before launching herself into the fray. Cifa followed suit, attacking from the opposing side.

Both were vicious and relentless- tearing through flesh with ease, spilling blood onto the forest floor. With the beast's attention on his siblings, Sephiran rushed forward. Snapping viciously at the grizzly’s face, grabbing a chunk of flesh, ripping it away from its cheek. By the time a paw came slashing in his direction, he was already leaping away. Dodging within a few inches to spare, still holding the flesh he ripped off in his mouth.


"Sephiran Saxe"

oh, how she’s missed this; the terrible symphony of the Saxe siblings, the morbid choreography of this wicked dance. it feels as though it’s been so long since she and her brothers have been united like this, unified in their shared violence. it’s bloody and raw and so fucking beautiful. it’s what lies at the very heart of her depraved little soul. as Seph rips a chunk from its face and Cifa rends flesh from its flank, Yarra rolls out of the range of the bear’s furious swinging, those yellow teeth just missing her by a hair’s breadth. she’s gripped with the icy sensation of death slithering over her grave, a thrill that heats and freezes her blood simultaneously. it’s the sensation of being alive. darting back in range, Yarra sinks her teeth into the vulnerable flesh of its neck, biting down until she feels a crunch. ordinarily it’d prove harder to get that close to a bear’s throat, but it’s divided between three ruthless attackers, and it’s blows have become reckless and sloppy. still, Yarra receives a slash across her flank, the wound shallow but ugly, spilling blood onto the earth in morbid rivulets. the pain throbs in her chest and ears, dulled by the adrenaline of the fight, and Yarra giggles, giddy as a girl receiving her first real kiss. when she goes for the throat again, she uses it’s shoulder to boost herself onto its back, refusing to be dislodged no matter how hard the bear thrashes. "Speech"

He smelled it. That familiar taint of leaking crimson. His attention was drawn briefly from the bear to a wounded Yarra. Features morphed into one of satisfaction. Knowing fully well what would come next the moment her body climbed atop the thrashing bear. Cifarelli could not do anything but chuckle against the flesh in his jaws. Almost forgetting that they were fighting and not having fun. But, who's to say that they weren't? Unlatching himself from the grizzlies flank. Paws shifted immediately to avoid the swipe of a large paw. Claws extended and looked to slice into either of their flesh with ease. Having already gotten his younger sister, he wished not to be another victim. Maneuvering to the back of the beast. The Saxe's black plague jumped back into action. Teeth now sunk deep. Biting the bear's ass with a sharp tug. He was not letting up. With Sephiran in the front and Yarra on top. There were several options to take on. He could have gone for the underbelly. But what fun would have been had if he'd done that? Dumb move. The air from his lungs was nearly knocked from his chest the moment the bear kicked him in the general area. Instead of letting go, he bit down harder in a deep inhale of pain. The feeling alone coursed through him. Filling Cifarelli with a newfound urge to release his grip and shift it t'wards the genital area hidden beneath the shagginess of fur. He wanted to dance? Then they would tango. "Speech"

The snarls and roars, the scent of blood lingering in the air, the adrenaline coursing through his vessels at an alarming speed- this was what he lived for. What the Saxe lived for. Watching his sister get clawed by the bear, and his brother kicked by a massive paw. It brought on a babble of manic, high-pitched laughter- jaws swinging open, eyes alit with bloodlust and his mind, unhinged. Leaping back in, Sephiran allows the flesh in his mouth to drop on the forest floor. Using his siblings as the primary distraction, so he can sidestep to the bear’s right and sink his jaws into its delicate underbody, just behind its ribcage.

Of course, if he wanted to gut the beast, he’d have to crawl beneath its stampeding body- which was a feat he wasn’t going to conquer just yet. With their combined efforts, it was only a matter of time until their opponent fell- Yarra having ensnared its throat, constricting its windpipe, crunching through the cartilaginous structure of its trachea. Sephiran longed to feel the pulsation of arteries against his lips- fantasized of the sweet, metallic taste of arterial blood splashing onto his tongue. He was growing impatient. In truth, if his sister didn’t bring the bear down in the next few plays, he would intervene and do it himself.


"Sephiran Saxe"

as much as Yarra likes playing with her food, as it were, she can feel her brother’s impatient stare, the barely constrained violence crackling beneath his pelt. internally, she stifles a sigh. better end the beast before Seph throws a strop. from her position on the bear’s back, Yarra hooks her claws into the back of its neck and rakes downward, pulling away strips of bloodied flesh and relishing the bear’s pained roar. it bucks wildly in an attempt to dislodge her, but the movement serves only to drive Yarra’s claws and teeth in deeper. it’s throat is a gory mess by now, scarcely an inch of it spared from the Saxe woman’s ministrations. using her grip as leverage, Yarra spreads out on her stomach and lets her claws sink from its neck into the skin behind its ears, slashing and digging until she’s practically gripping it by the base of its skull. eyes flashing, she directs a glance at Cifa and grins a bloody grin. her meaning is clear: let’s end this. then she wrenches the bear’s head abruptly to the side, intending to half-rend its skull from its shoulders. maybe, if she bats her pretty lashes enough, Seph will let her keep its skull as a prize; certainly, it’d make a fine helmet. "Speech"

Yarrabelle made her move. He watched just in time for what was soon to be a headless grizzly. Something he wanted all parts of. Cifar wandered the length of their opponent. Eyes scanning every inch of him. Surely he would make a beautiful throw to whatever lands they chose to inhabit. The bone structure of the bear perhaps may be used for future weaponry. Either way, the Saxe male positioned himself on the other side. Jaws spread in order to latch onto the other end of the large predator's neck. Not caring if his mouth collided with his sister's. That wasn't the issue in the matter. All he cared for was to be granted something from all of his hard work. She'd done enough damage as it was. The blood leaking violently from the gored mess made by Yarra's claws. He could feel Sephiran's gaze on them the entire time. Knowing what the male expected of him, Cifa yanked his head as hard as he could to tear away the jugular. Teeth ranking across bones and muscles followed by a guttural snarl. There wasn't much left of the bear. Its body went completely limp and hit the flooring below with a loud thud. He still didn't let go. Instead, releasing the neck, he found himself tugging on a limb. No particular reason as to why. He just wanted to eat. All the work had made him extremely hungry and he was sure he wasn't the only one. "Speech"