i did it my way — onision

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[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 70%; min-height: 9px; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px"]The wolf struggles once more with his opponent at his neck. He snarls and spits, continuing to thrash and squirm, trying to make it as difficult as he could for the vampire to feed. Rozovsky shook his head back and forth like it was a tug-of-rope, certainly making the wounds in his neck rip further apart. Blood stained his coal-black neck fur. You’re starting to lose a lot of blood! You need to st — ”I know, Kemmerich!” The wolf snarled out loud, not realizing he hadn’t used their mental bond to communicate.

Rozovsky growls and flips over on his back, attempting to crush Aloysius’ head beneath his weight if he continued to hold on to his neck. It would take a lot of effort, however, to complete that manuever, especially when he is losing so much blood. Rozovsky would be laying down virtually defenseless after flipping over, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

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ONISION M.F.

— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED

[size=8pt]tags - plotting - reference

the ascendants
- lunar lieutenant
mentors watson
10 months old

physically varies
easy to piss off

demihomosexual
homoromantic

tsundere asshole
dating alexander

were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius

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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 —

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[W]isker

[Felibri]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 70%; min-height: 9px; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px"]A snarl of pain hisses through Rozovsky’s teeth as the claws sink into his shoulder. It’s all he can do, cry out in pain, because he cannot move. He tries to stand up when he is told to leave, but he falls back to the ground. His mind is in a state of panic. The black wolf’s paws scrabble for surface, but his neck and shoulder hurt too badly.

Just when he is about to give up, another sickening feeling corrupts his gut. In a few moments, the wolf has shapeshifted into a small golden gryphon, who is cleared of any injuries the wolf was suffering from. It’s Kemmerich’s form, and he is not so aggressive as his counterpart. His golden eyes widen and he leaps to his feet. He grabs the half-eaten fish in his talons, raises his wings, and takes off clumsily into the air, letting out birdlike screeches as he did so.

I’m going to beat him to a pulp next time. Rozovsky groans. ”Good luck.” Kemmerich snorted out loud as he began his flight back to the Pitt.