Haunted Wood King Dick of F*ck Mountain

Damn this child. Capable of recovering so well despite having bled as much as he did! The boy was faster on his paws than anticipated as he lunged forward, teeth reaching into his skin and drawing his own blood. If the boy was this desperate for his own taste, Abaddon would make him work for it! 

The wretched prince reached down as the boy dug into his leg, thankfully avoiding vital joints, and with a glittering set of pearly whites decided to rip into the boy's nape. Blood for blood after all. The explosion of crimson liquid that burst onto his tongue was different than the one he had tasted previously. The adrenaline that the boy felt was tainting his blood from a sweet syrup into a bitter tar. He hated it - but it was more of that life-giving liquid that he craved oh so much!

Rolling from the cavern from within, he couldn't help but run his tongue along the open wound as he lapped up even more blood even while biting down on the flesh (should Valour's player decide to obey the dice LOL). Waste not what not, as he always said.