His Mortal Chains

The sound of bones breaking and skin tearing echoes throughout the manor. It's a sound that the servants of the Lord's house are familiar with. They are quick to stop their work and shut themselves in their designated quarters. For there, in the midst of the large house, a brawl has broken out. Between the Serpents. Seven of them circle him, their eyes pierce the night. Snarling and hissing his way. Not liking that a highborn has stopped them from claiming the female in heat. The female that has fled from under his roof. Years ago. They demand to have her, to claim her, to f**k her, but who are they to demand? He stands tall, eyes golden with wrath. His height towering far above the others. Fangs peeking as he snarls back at them. The sound is a terrible, room-trembling one that reigns over their mediocre growls. Still they dare to challenge him. Three lunge for him, digging their claws into his back, his arms, and holding both his legs. While a forth jumps on his shoulders, pulling at his head. As if to try and rip it from his body. Logan squirmed at first, his giant form stumbles back into a stone wall. As he growls at the smaller Serpents. Tilting his head back, a spew of white flames bursts from his mouth. His roar shaking the windows, as the Serpent on his shoulders screams in agony. He slips from his massive shoulders to crash on the white marble floor. Where Logan then stomps the creature under his heel. Crushing every one of the Serpent's bones. He reaches for the one on his left arm next. His large hand grips the Serpent around it's torso. Ripping him off to toss him across the room. Where he crashes through a stone wall. The other on his right arm later joining him. The one holding his legs snarls, and sinks his fangs into his thigh. Making Logan grimace, but he quickly regains his focus and snatches up the little fiend. The Serpent squirms in his hold. Biting and scratching like some kind of feral cat. Logan squeezes tighter, until the thing can hardly breathe. The creature's attempts to break free became weaker. Until he stops moving completely. Lips blue, and red eyes going dim. His complexion ran pale as his body turned stiff. The last remaining three backed away. Watching as the one in his hand is crushed. His body popped like a watermelon. Blood and body parts exploding across the floor. Even though they bowed in submission, Logan wasn't going to let them run free. Not after they broke into his den and initiated the challenge. A challenge that was more of an ambush. How dare they come into his den at all! They have defiled it with their scents! It does not belong to them! Logan tilted his head back, roaring into the night. A bigger spew of white flames rises tall. Brushing just under the dome ceiling. His roar faded and he set his eyes on the three. Growling with fury as he whacks two of them with his hand. The other barely had time to move. Before his other fist came down and his body is crushed. With a heaving chest, Logan finally felt his fury start to drain. His body slowly shrunk back to his normal height. The blood of his victims dripping from his skin. As he dropped to his knees, grimacing from the sting in his leg. Where the filthy little fiend bit him. The skin around the bite already stung with venom. It wasn't going to be enough to kill him, but it still hurt like hell. He ignored the bite, when a faint thumping caught his attention. Logan turned to look at the pair of unconscious Serpents. Half-buried in stone rubble. The thumping still there, but very slow. He knew one blow wouldn't be enough. Serpents, even mediocre ones, were hard to kill. He neared them and lifted one up by his hair. Staring at his unconscious face. Their heart beats were no more, after he snapped their necks. As easy as he would a tree branch. Leaving the pair on the floor. Logan felt at ease, and finally retreated to a deeper part of the house. His hand going to ring the chime, that hangs near the doors; on the way out. So the workers can know it's safe to come out. Along the way, Logan stripped away the tattered and torn remnants of his clothes. Leaving them in the path. His suit was no longer wearable, because of his sudden shift. He outstretched the once fine suit that fit him perfectly. He knew his father would arrive soon. Duke Abbar had always disliked the violent nature of his children. It would be his third visit of the year, and already Logan can picture his reaction. But it needed to be done. Logan may not have a high rank in mortal society, but among Serpents, he is a King. He cannot allow a threat to go unchecked, or an unwelcome Serpent inside his Den. To humans, this may seem like the 'way of the beasts', but this was what Logan knew best. He's dealt with many feral and unfriendly ones. Seeking his power. After a long bit of walking, he arrived at his chamber doors. Pushing them open and striding in without a regard for closing them. He lived alone, and the workers were busy downstairs. Restoring the massive gallery that had been used as an arena. The room is dark, but it does not bother him. His eyes aren't affected by the darkness.  He tosses himself on the magnificent gold-accented bed. His heavy body bouncing gently on the smooth wine satin sheets.  It seemed like only seconds later, he was waking up by a violent blare of sunlight. "Gawfuckingdammit... Adam!" Logan groans and shields his eyes with his hand. Lifting himself to sit up. "Good morning, Your Lordship". A suited manservant says, drawing the thick velvet drapes open. "I have your clothes ready". He says, turning to bow to his Lord and then making his way out. "Breakfast will be served in the hall today". Adam says over his shoulder. Logan grumbled under his breath, and rose from his bed. Not caring that the windows were open and his naked body was in full view. With a yawn, he wipes away the sleep from his face. Raising his arms over his head to stretch his muscled limbs.  An echo of a knock alerts his ears. It was distant and faint, but he could hear it from inside his chambers. He shook his head, and proceeded to wash away the evidence of battle. Knowing that Adam would answer the front door. "Hello?" He hears him say, just as he steps into the steaming wooden tub. Already prepped by his multitasking manservant. Logan relaxed against the back of the tub. The water coming up to his chest. An exhale leaving his mouth, as he shifts down further. Propping his feet up at the opposite end. Less than a second went by, and he lifted his head again. His nose twitching as a new scent waifs in the air. A sweet, mouthwatering scent that took him by surprise. Instantly making his body shiver with delight.