Snippet #2332833

Adion got up from the ground snarling. He had caught something that was very familiar to him. Too familiar to him. A scent and voice that induced a pure rage and hate, a pure fey. The eyes of the werewolf turned to a blood red, that would look delectable to a vampire, and his massive body shot from the ground. The blob that was on his chest had moved to his head and formed a black helmet. Adion walked behind the fey and threw him without any trouble. All the while the little black blob on his head was making the helmet form look more and more intimidating. As if out of nowhere, the rage of Adion truly began to show itself by causing blood to drip down his teeth. A blood that would make vampires quiver at its disgusting smell.