Haunted Wood Like a Forgotten Song

Pain coursed through his nerves, searing hot like fire causing Valour to gasp. Pupils dilating as he felt the man's fangs close down upon his snout he immediately dropped low and twisted feeling the grip loosen and yanking himself free. Blood dripped from bite Mark's on his face and he breathed quickly, the toll on his young body evident though he faced Memory again fire burning in his gaze as he bared his fangs his lips trembling as he struggled to maintain his composure. This was another fine warrior, a man with training that the other adult Nightwalkers held above him. He and Hela were naturals though and he just needed to fight harder. Vanity had told him he was better, he intended to prove himself to Hela once and for all as someone who is either a fantastic ally or a dangerous enemy. With a mighty snarl he sprung forward, jaws parting and snapping to place a quick bite to the side of his face and a second just below the man's ear where he clamped down and held tight snarling and shaking his head viciously. 

Time flowed slowly for a moment, the metallic tangy flavor of blood flowing over his tongue. It exploded as it always did, it was such a strong flavor compared to the easy to swallow taste of prey. His jaws clamped down harder, it became less important to fight and more important to hold onto and savor the interesting taste. It was only the sight of Hela watching the fight go down that he caught for a moment that brought the bloodlust to a pause long enough for him to remember the true purpose to the fight and steady his grip on Memory.