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Growling low within his throat, teeth clenched hard together, lips curling back and revealing the slightly bloody tint of his teeth. Turning his muscled neck toward the other stallion, feeling the thundering roar of the smaller male's heart rushing blood through his veins. Hissing softly, his demonic eyes blazing a bright orange that seemed to rage war against the black they once were.

Salivating within his mouth, he swallowed most of the spit, his throat clenching with the movement as another loud snarl left his lips. "Valdoth, I do not just drink the blood of a victim...." He grounded out, his voice had dropped a couple octaves, deeper then normal and rumbled with growls of pleasure. "My blood calls for your flesh..." He snarled out, leaning, towering over the smaller male, his hair falling forward and tickling over Valdoth's face and neck. Yes, his eyes did roam over the smooth white figure of the other, growling pleasantly in approval of the gorgeous male before him.

Flicking his demonic tail, his wings lifting up and spreading dangerously behind him, predatory glint shining within Constatine's eyes. it was hard to fight the urge after hearing his name roll off the tongue of the delectable stallion before him, a low grunt was all he managed.

Blazing fiery eyes locked with the deep red of the small stallion under him, watching the lust and want flicker over the white' stallions features. Growling loudly, the sound vibrating against his muzzle as he pressed it against Valdoth's neck. Lips curled back to allow his teeth to press hard against the smooth flesh, a hiss leaving his lips.

"If my prey wishes it..." he snarled out, and without another word sunk his fangs deep into the stallion's shoulder. He felt the blood rush from the wound into his mouth, filling his cheeks and trickling down his lips. As if Constatine was no longer there, his mind went blank as he pulled hard upon the flesh, hearing it rip from where it was.

Snarling, he took his fangs out and tugged on the skin he had ripped from Valdoth, viciously suckling the flesh from blood and taking his fill.

Constatine barely heard the others words as they floated through the air and into his own ears, he huffed, bending his neck down to use his hoof to rip the piece of flesh again. Tearing it apart, he chewed and quickly swallowed half of it.

Taking the other half of flesh between his teeth, he grunted out a reply and swallowed that piece too. "Just a bit." He grunted, voice rumbling with his accent and blood dripping from his lips, trailing down his chin and dripping onto the ground.

Chewing on what was left of the piece of flesh he had torn off, he growled quite loudly, the orange pupils of his eyes expanding until the demonic colour spread through the black. Curling his lips back, jagged shark-like teeth revealed, stained red from Valdoth's blood.

Stepping forward, he shrugged out of what was left of his jacket, leaving himself bare to the smaller stallion, his muscles flexing visibly, his dark coat shimmering and dancing over each ripple. With a step, his hindlegs clanked as the metal casing bounced upon his hooves. The swirls of blue sparkling and dancing around them.

Snarling once more, he spread his wings wide as silvery strands danced around his form, his spaded tail snapping loudly behind him. The long appendage curled around him, dancing in a silent dance, but no beat was around.

Stalking up to Valdoth once again, he leant down and pressed his serrated teeth against his flesh, ready to tear more off the small white stallion, his coat soon becoming red as blood spilt forth from the force behind Constatine's teeth.

Constatine could hear the thrum of his victim's heart within his ears, creating a beat for his fang to sink deeper into the flesh, his nostrils flaring out. As the small body shuddered and fought against blacking out, he only forced himself further into the smaller male, overcoming it with sure strength of him, his larger size making it easier to take Valdoth over.

Something had clicked within the beast's mind as blood pooled over his lips and down his throat, the metallic taste only fueling him forward as he began to tear the flesh once more. Hearing the satisfying rip, a loud snarl left his lips as he sunk his fangs deeper into the flesh that was within his mouth. His tail snapped as his hindlegs braced himself. He could feel Valdoth getting weaker.

A tantalizing suck of breath coursed through the white stallion, and Constatine's ear flicked at the sound of his own name leaving the male's lips. His own body shuddered at the soft sound, muscles rippling like a river, and his spine tingling. As the small body began to crumple, he allowed his fang to grip around the neck once more, turning so he stood side to side with the other.

Grunting, he moved to lower the stallion slowly, moving to stand over him, his flame-like eyes roaring to life as his prey succumbed. Flicking his tail in a snap, he tossed his head back and let out a guttural roar, a cry of triumph. The sound ripped through his throat, like a roar one would hear from a dragon, deep and resonating, as well as echoing throughout the snow covered land.

As the sound passed, he lowered his snout, moving to nuzzle the torn flesh back into place, his lips and neck moving over the wound in somesort of kiss, soothing the inflamed flesh. It was if the act itself was to show power to the other, as if to feast until the vampire gave in. And yet, it could've been just instinct to feed. One would not know, a beast was unleashed.

His nostrils flared against the neck of the stallion under him, breathing out warm air against the wound, soothing it and awaiting it to heal. Flicking hsi spaded tail, he huffed at the soft words spoken from the other, his wings jittery restlessly against his back while he stood over the other.

Flexing the muscles in his jaw, he picked his head up and stomped his left hoof, a sound like thunder coming from under his weight. "Stay down, vampire.`His voice was rough, much thicker with the German accent, almost barely eligible to make out the words in English, having a want to return to his German words.

As Valdoth tried to get up, he growled lowly in a warning to stay down, using his head to push the stallion back onto the cold ground. Huffing, he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself while holding the other down.

Constatine head the sharp gasp of the smaller male, his demonic eyes flashing briefly at the sound, his tail snapping viciously behind him as he jittered his hooves within the ground, the loud clanks of armor dancing through his ears. Shaking out his mane, he pressed his snout against the skin of the other once more, flaring his nostrils wide.

At the growl, he returned it with such a blood freezing sound, his lips pulled back showing the serrated teeth and parts of his gums. But as eyes locked, the confusion in the other male had him pause his snarl, his ears perking forward and his eyes flashing to black briefly before the orange took over once more.

"Demon, am I?" The sound purred from his throat, deep, masculine and powerful as he stood taller, bringing his head up to arch like he had when they first met. Arrogance, pride and confidence. His wings flicking ut menancingly, while slowly his eyes died to the dark depths of black once more.

"Valdoth, making me work for what I want will only make the prize even sweeter..." Passion lined his words now, with the hint of the promise of a game to come for the both of them. A dangerous, and yet sweet game that would tantalize both their tastes and needs at once. Crooning out a soft growl-like purr, he pressed his nostrils to the freshly healed flesh and ran his fangs along it gently, a reminder of what he had done. "With my blood in your veins, it would make the spice even more delicious..."