#||interactions

A squinting set of optics glared at the Boatsman, his hair being tugged at in a rather untimely fashion has done nothing but irritate the Voivode from this set. He stopped his walking as the pull would only be greater, but perhaps there be something on him that needed examining. Something, anything, before that poor man get his throat slit for no abiding reason. Vlad’s hand was already upon his jade and ruby tipped dagger. “... What are you doing..”

In such simple of heated conversations, temptations, distractions and even that of his pride teasing him to and fro from his hunger.. he had lunged. The two standing properly still, argument valid, civil and meant to be nothing but a mere sling-shit discussion of emotion and trial. Vlad had lunged, and he had aimed directly for the man’s throat. Thick hands made onward, his broad chest in a heave, his right palm along the man’s back as the other dreadfully began to claw and tease at the man’s left shoulder. A Dragon’s teeth sunk deep, down, with a razor-like pierce. Warming wine began t trickle in a swirling river down the Beast’s tongue down his gullet, a groan was released, brows began to furrow along with a blissful groaning sigh of relief from the Prince’s nostrils.. he only suckled, grazing his tongue along the man’s lightly salted skin.Intermingling tastes, salivating as he swallowed. Nothing had hit him, only the heat, copper and iron. His.

The Nosferatu’s long cool digits hastily grabbed around the Albino’s arm, his calluses wrenching knots in her warm skin as his claws seemed to dig around amid her soft skin and fawn-like hairs. Dragging her closer to him he had prepared for a lunge back, his strong chin showing no expression, his eyes darkened to a hollow slit amid bright amber. If needed he would pull her to a much more shadowed domain. He had to do it now, for if he did not she would know of his appearance and most likely run along as a frightened mouse yelping to the neighborhood rats. Whether they cared or not, there need not be a risk. Vlad had to make do of his hunger, and he had to do it now.

“And that is why I’ll most likely live longer than you. I listen, unlike some people. Isn’t my problem, I tried to warn you..”

“... And? Are you planning on keeping it?”

Who was she, and why was she there. A hiss escaped the Dragon’s slitted maw as a tipping tongue only wanted to fork and flicker along those lightly gritted ivories. The brunette be a stranger to him and yet they had seemed to eye down the very Beast before them in a rather seething manner. He stared, wine capped optics turning slowly to the woman in question. She knew. “And just who are you to think I will sit back and allow you to judge me? A Monster I may be.. but you, oh you.. you know absolutely nothing yet.. Who are you.”

“Flowers? What’s led you to bring such a little gift?” he asked lowly, glancing down to the fall mixture of wildflowers and lilies. He always did like such less be known.