[Caught up in the frenzy of violence filling the arena, overwhelmed by the immediacy of his bloodlust, Liem is not gentle as he seeks the pulse waiting at Bondrewd's throat. He nuzzles his way past the rude obstacle of armour and heavy jacket, heedless of the irritation of metal contours jutting against the side of his face, finds the torn fabric beneath and bites down — savagely, trying to cause as much bleeding as he can with just his teeth.
The blood is thicker than he expects: syrupy. But it tastes of living human blood, and that is all that matters. Liem drinks, greedily, blocking out the hissing and skittering of the bugs around them as Bondrewd wades across the body-littered arena. Who knows when they might gain the nerve for one last attack? He has to drink now, while he has the opportunity. And he does.
Until his escort brings him within the shelter of the arena's viewing area, and the frenzy of magic smouldering at the edges of his awareness gutters and goes dark. Then the only thing left is the heady thrill of blood on his tongue — still sweet enough to enthrall him for another blissfully ignorant moment. Until a large hand grips him firmly by the back of the head.
Realization slams into him. Carefully, Liem peels his gore-covered face back from Bondrewd's neck, his dark eyes wild.]
Gods below—
[He's latched onto him like a rabid animal, hasn't he. Liem tries to extricate himself, though at this point his feet are rather north of the ground.]
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The blood is thicker than he expects: syrupy. But it tastes of living human blood, and that is all that matters. Liem drinks, greedily, blocking out the hissing and skittering of the bugs around them as Bondrewd wades across the body-littered arena. Who knows when they might gain the nerve for one last attack? He has to drink now, while he has the opportunity. And he does.
Until his escort brings him within the shelter of the arena's viewing area, and the frenzy of magic smouldering at the edges of his awareness gutters and goes dark. Then the only thing left is the heady thrill of blood on his tongue — still sweet enough to enthrall him for another blissfully ignorant moment. Until a large hand grips him firmly by the back of the head.
Realization slams into him. Carefully, Liem peels his gore-covered face back from Bondrewd's neck, his dark eyes wild.]
Gods below—
[He's latched onto him like a rabid animal, hasn't he. Liem tries to extricate himself, though at this point his feet are rather north of the ground.]