Great Bear Wilderness under construction from conception to death

They were two rival forces colliding; one dark, one light, both so hungry they could not see that the true focus of their warring bodies had fled from them. Revui felt teeth against his skin; equally so, he tasted his brother's blood and experienced the jarring sensation of his fangs hitting bone or being deflected, and together the pair danced; feral, ageless, but utterly missing the point. A frenzy that lasted a fistful of moments—but which came to an end as one well aimed jab from Arcturus caught the leviathan across the cheek and ricochet his face away—leaving his shoulder jutting the opposite, exposing the throat.

If his brother truly wished to end him, he had the opportunity.

The blow dizzied Revui, and while he fought to focus and recover from it, he found his cheekbone immediately swelling. A tear to the flesh along the underside of his eye now bled freely, weeping crimson down a grizzled cheek. He very narrowly missed losing that eye; but he did not think about this yet. There was no time. Rather, he tried to swing his head back and bluntly force his opponent backwards with the carrying of momentum.

At that point, Revui took notice of their audience—the silence surrounding them, the grassy scent of springtime pollen in the air, deepened by metallic blood, but absent of the intoxicating scent of the woman.