Fox's Glade feel the fear in my enemies' eyes

There was an emptiness in Xan's face that brought pleasure to Sheogorath. To see a wolf so broken by his doing (well, with a little help of Cicero, of course) made him feel powerful and alive. There was no fear in his expression, just a numbness that showed he was beyond the typical flight or fight response, as though he had come to the stage of acceptance and this was what it was.

"Have you been able to get it up at all, since," he said with a wicked smile spread across his face even as the snarl spread out across Xan's face; "Or is the reminder of our playdate the only thing that gets you going these days?" He was not afraid of pain, because pain was like a drug he didn't need to pick from the earth but got for absolutely free. Beside the pain Sheogorath felt powerful and arrogant — it wasn't because Xan wanted to attack him that they would fight, that he'd hurt Sheogorath... It was because Sheogorath pushed his buttons, because of what Sheogorath had done, that he did this. Xan was nothing but a pawn to control for him.

He stood his ground, waiting for Xan to take the move most expected, tail proud and lashing over his back and a smile on his face that spread out towards his mismatched eyes, radiating the madness that shone within.