Onision was never one to fight at the borders. While he had always had a smart mouth, a bitch of an attitude, and a rude first impression on everyone, he had morals. Don't attack until pissed off, or attacked first. If attacked first, fight to kill. The latter wasn't his responsibility, but Aloysius' own. The trickster God rather liked fighting and ripping into people, meanwhile Oni was just all talk.

Long, feminine limbs carried the Lieutenant along the border, his daily border checks going alright so far. Or so he thought.

With a turn of his head, the scent of the Pitt made Onision's fur fluff up in agitation. What was up with the fuckers coming back to their territories so much? Flashbacks of his kidnapping and torture by the Pittians went through his head, and Oni stomped over to the feasting critter, a loud growl ripping from his throat.

"The desert doesn't suit your needs, pest? You're not over our borders, but you're really fuckin' close to it." Oni snarled, a warning, but he wouldn't attack. This was merely the felidae sizing the creature up, bowing up and trying to come off as intimidating.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

"Fuck off."
It was those two words that ticked off the short-tempered feline right from the start, and a loud "HAAH?" Came from his jaws fast enough before the little pest shifted into a wolf, similar in size to a certain someone he knew. A certain someone who was mentally screaming at him to let him take over.

"Ты дерешься не с тем человеком. Уходи сейчас же." Oni replied in Russian, a single blue eye narrowing in disgust as spit dripped against his cheek. Oni barely moved from his position, but the moment he heard the word 'cyka', his eye twitched in anger, and his body shifted out of pure instinct.

What was once a small, delicate feline, was now a hulking lupine, dark brown in coloring. It was obvious the thing wasn't a mortal being by the way his pupils were blue, iris was black, and the sclera was completely black. Almost like a ghouls, his eyes showed just the extend of what the other would be dealing with.

Normally, it would just be that. Normally, he'd be pretty decent looking other than his eyes, but something was different this time. Extremely different. No words, he wasn't vocal. Saliva dripped from the canine's snout as the wolf with similar height, five feet, squared up to meet the other's own height, vicious snarling ripping from his throat. His canines were extended, as if hungry for just the blood that this trespasser seeked from him.

Hungry, hungry. Oni's voice cried out, the two personalities a bit more feral than usual because of this. He wanted blood, he hadn't eaten for a long while. Onision's anger was devastating, and the wolf felt himself move. Just move. With a quick lunge, Aloysius ducked his head and body, using his back legs to propel himself enough as he attempted to bite down on the male's neck.

There was a reason why Onision didn't let his emotions get to him much. And Aloysius was the reason.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

Ghoulish eyes seemed to radiate with glee as teeth met flesh, blood seeping out of the puncture wound he left behind. His jaws were locked tight, a snarl of warning leaving his maw as he took his first drink, the taste of blood hot on his tongue. It was delicious, Oni hadn't fed in so long that he felt starved. When he felt claws battering on his back, Aloysius bit down harder, attempting to scare the canine into stillness by putting the idea of suffocating him in his head. He wanted more of a thrill than this, a yelp of pain, begging. Aloysius was the more sadistic personality, this wasn't enough for him, but he continued to drink.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

A heavy kick of limbs hit Aloysius in his gut, making a loud grunt escape the were-vampire before he jumped back and away from his prey, long tongue drawing over bloodied lips. Thankfully, he had gotten a pretty good amount, but not too much. While Oni wanted to feed, Aloysius wanted to kill.

"Thy host demands that thee leaves this territory, trespasser." Aloysius finally spoke, his temper simmering just a bit, enough to finally speak in the ancient english tongue that he always did. Aloy shook out his fur, readjusting his position as he walked around the male, sizing him up.

"Doth thee wish to continue?" He asked, more of a warning, honestly. He wouldn't hold back the next time. If he wanted paws and claws, he'd get it, but Aloysius was used to going for the neck. The neck was always the most sensitive part of a wolf, he knew from experience from his own mortal death. Why do you think pack beta's always stayed under their Alpha's throat when fighting? It's to protect them, of course.

And this Alpha wasn't planning on losing this meal, specially brought to him for his own enjoyment. Enhanced senses dialed in, as the male listened for a heartbeat, felt for a tenseness in muscles due to blood rush. Fear, anything. He'd regret using hearing, smell, and touch all at once later, but for now he had a mission.

Get the male to attack him first.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

Aloysius always loved a fight.

Cold blue pits watched the dark lupine move, examining all shifts in movement before he lunged as well, a snarl ripping from his jaws as he rose up to his hind legs, attempting to off-set the  power balance with the Russian in favor of using the moment of weakness to try and match onto the male's neck for another round of feeding.

He wanted to hear yells of pain, cries for him to stop. Something, anything, to keep him going. To keep him pissed, to keep the adrenaline running through his system.

"YIELD, YOU STUBBORN RUSSIAN!"

all you give me is a heartbeat —