Cold wounds seeping with blood, powerful jaws shifting as skin ripped further, the smell of crimson Igor heavy and delightful for the trickster god. He felt weight shift, but moved far too slow to avoid having his cranium bashed into the ground. A wise decision, but also a fatal one. With a loud, painful grunt, Aloysius yanked himself out from under the wolf, panting heavily as he yanked his head to the side, cracking his neck with a wince of pain. "You're a good fighter. I suggest you take your meal and leave." Onision's voice rang out physically through Aloy's jaws, the brown lupine shifting his legs until he was next to the russian, attempting to claw three claw marks into the male's shoulder, hopefully leaving a scar for the Host to remember who he drank from.

Stepping back, Aloysius shifted back into the chocolate felidae, the one-eyed child sitting down calmly, licking blood from his jaws. "Leave."

all you give me is a heartbeat —