Scent (Closed HW starter)
The unknown slave squawked and squirmed in the ahool's powerful arms as Bjorn's teeth sank deep into his neck with a loud growl, blood spilling freely from his lips and down the man's shirt. Heat week didn't just stimulate the dragon's need to mate, it also stimulated his appetite to keep his strength up. The slave had simply been walking past him when Bjorn got the vampiric equivilent of hunger pangs.
The human's heart rate was becoming weak, eratic, and with a snarl of distatisfaction, the ancient beast pulled his fangs from the wriggling creature and dropped it to the floor. "Leave..." he growled, not bothering to wipe the crimson blood from his mouth as it dripped onto his own clothing.
The ahool turned to resume his course back to his office, when a fresh scent caught his nose, a scent he had been smelling on and off throughout the castle all day. Bjorn's eyes lit up crimson as he turned back towards the corridor.
"I smell you, young one..." the words were deep, booming, coming from something far larger than the bulk of his human form "...step forward..."
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