Ash watched momentarily from the skies, blood-drop eyes gleaming with quiet satisfaction. His women held their own against foes a rank above (barely, but beautifully).
He felt good knowing that they weren't pushovers.
Then his gaze locked on one figure amid the chaos.
The Eighth Calamity elder of the Iron Fang clan.
"Tsk, this bastard really had the audacity to threaten me?" He grumbled as his eyes flashed before he disappeared.
The Nosferatu hunger roared inside him... it felt predatory, ancient, and insulted. Ten years ago, he might have laughed it off, played cautious.... (maybe) ;)
Now? The intent warped into pure, burning desire.
And as the Original Desire himself… How could he ignore it?
Space folded.
He reappeared two kilometers away from the wolf elder.
