Lust for the Crimson, Crave for the Ruby

And the bit of mercy he offered was shoved aside, and thrown into flames.
So be it.

The russet retaliated, bucking him off. Slade, already concerns with putting space between them, obliged. Landing on his fours, the brute felt his hackles raising, unfurling, and giving him his bear like appearance. As much as the dark king desired, it appeared he would have to end the life of this new member. A psychopath at least knew he was insane, however, this wolf played a foolish set of cards.

Crimson slid down his face, the rubies trailing to his maw, and eventually dripped to the tussled earth underneath him. As much as he hated to indulge, this was a matter that could only lead to pain.
Slade flipped out a dark tongue, the grey becoming stained with the hot scarlet, only to be slid back into his mouth. Such a tantalizing flavor, blood. Even his own, exotically delicious. The exquisite flavor war between sweet, and salty. Between sugar, and copper.
The results were well met.
The sample, as minuscule as it was, had enough impact to send him into a blood lustful fury.

Volcanic orbs seared within their deeply set depths, nearly luminescent in the ethereal atmosphere of the night. They gleamed, ferocious hell borne infernos desperate to consume the soul of the enemy in their path.

Thickly layered fur shimmered, the light wind torrenting peaks upon his hide.
His claws slid out, latching their ebony hued points into the harder dirt.
His banner, an angered serpentine figure, it lashed horizontally, whipping his muscular flanks, ceaselessly.

Time seems to slow for Slade, the lunge the agouti performs only a fraction of speed less than what is was. The Dark King smiles, and offered the dagger lined jaws his left shoulder, feeling the connection of the bite to his body. The pulsations of pain made themselves known as he felt the ivories buried within his shoulder, but the pain only fueled his drive for retaliation.

A returned counter.
Opening his maw wide, the fangs shining brilliantly in the lunar light, Slade arched his neck, and threw his jaws downward...
Straight towards the back of Grimnir's neck.