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Death. Ash. Sulfur. Fresh blood. And much more covered Yorik's being, scent wise. That fresh blood however, was what belonged to a certain woman. A half breed woman. And quite a bit of it. "Heel, creature. This shant be the last you see of me. However, your vessel much be left a mark to remember me by." Kneeling down, Yorik reached out. His touch gently, and caressing hair, then the side of this dark beasts cheek. Almost lovingly. "Hold still."
He crooned at the touch and leaned into his hand, gently nuzzling it a little. As the touch moved to his cheek a pale tongue flicked out between his jaws, one quick swipe across the back of the man’s hand. The smell the taller male gave off was almost intoxicating; elements both familiar and alien pervading his senses. The scent of the blood stood out the most, making his ears twitch faintly as he struggled to recall.
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