[luckily for Coil, the effects of his bite will keep Zhas confused and cooperative for another half-hour or so. unluckily for Coil, drawing back reveals just how badly every other aspect of this seems to have gone.
Zhas does not look good. part of it is his sudden pallor, his uneven breathing, his apparent inability to do more than fall back against the side of the table. most of it is the blood, a wet shine soaking into his dark coat. bright red against his skin. it's everywhere, and it smells amazing.
how long until the smell makes it out of their little room? can the others smell it, even now? was anyone close enough to hear the struggle--will they come running? if Coil couldn't resist chomping down into his only friend, what hope does some lesser vampire have of resisting an easy meal like this?
Zhas manages to press a hand down over his neck wound, though the accuracy and helpfulness of this gesture is debatable. he's having a lot of trouble focusing.]
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Zhas does not look good. part of it is his sudden pallor, his uneven breathing, his apparent inability to do more than fall back against the side of the table. most of it is the blood, a wet shine soaking into his dark coat. bright red against his skin. it's everywhere, and it smells amazing.
how long until the smell makes it out of their little room? can the others smell it, even now? was anyone close enough to hear the struggle--will they come running? if Coil couldn't resist chomping down into his only friend, what hope does some lesser vampire have of resisting an easy meal like this?
Zhas manages to press a hand down over his neck wound, though the accuracy and helpfulness of this gesture is debatable. he's having a lot of trouble focusing.]