You have emoted: Ezalor barely registers the question, his focus solely upon Aloli. He motions those present to take a step back. "Praetor, Alaric Childe, please give us some space."

Lisane takes a step backwards and adjusts her grip on her scythe, watching the proceedings calmly.

Aloli notices the weight of the attention on her and she too instinctively takes half a step back but remains mostly present where she stands. Her focus is on you.

You have emoted: Ezalor reaches out with both hands, each grabbing hold of Aloli's arms in a firm grip. He narrows his eyes slightly, remaining silent for a moment before speaking, "This is your last chance to reconsider. You are sure of your decision?"

Aloli is slightly startled by the way her arms were grabbed. She stares at you and considers the question the nods once, quietly, studying your expressions then answers back in a whisper that wouldn't be audible to the naked human's ear, "Yes, I am not going to change my mind no matter how hard you try to scare me out of it."

Alaric leans against one of the walls, making no sounds. His eyes glistening in the shadow-light as he looks on at you and Aloli intently.

You have emoted: Ezalor nods in satisfaction. He continues to stare at Aloli, eyes traveling up and down her form rapidly before snapping back to Aloli's face. "I do not wish to scare you," he says, "But what will come will stretch the bounds of your trust in me." He moves closer to Aloli until their faces are mere inches away, a sudden unfamiliar glint of hunger in his eyes. "Bare your neck," he whispers softly.

Lisane blinks intently, her fangs protecting slightly as her grip on the scythe tightens.

Alaric rumbles a subtle purr as something primeval rouses itself from within himand he leans eagerly from his place in the shadows in waiting, his feline eyes widened and dark.

Aloli exhales slowly as she listens and bites her lower lip, seeming to considerwhat might possibly stretch her limits of trust. She focuses her eyes again now that their faces are so close and she tilts her head just an little to the right, all her hair falls in the same direction with her.

You have emoted: Ezalor's skeletal wings blur as they flare from their furled position, stretching out to their full span. The haste of his movement rakes his talons along his back, deep gouges sliced into his coat as pieces of fabric float gently to the floor. His wings dart forward, enveloping Aloli and pushing Aloli's body against him with sudden violence. He hesitates for the briefest of moments before the beast envelops him, fully bared fangs sinking into Aloli's delicate neck with a spurt of blood. He closes his eyes and drinks hungrily, each pulse of blood bringing a shudder of rapture across his body.

Lisane utters a low hiss, an uncharacteristically red tint glowing in her eyes as she watches you drink from Aloli, her knuckles turning white as her grip tightens.

Alaric licks at his chops generously the twitch of his whiskers glimmer in the faint illumination as the scent of drawn blood brings his nose to life. He arks his back and rests his broad paw on the wall beside him. His muscular forearm and bicep offering him full support as he grins maliciously at the proceeding before him.

Aloli leans back against your strong grip on her arms when she sees the leathery taloned wings tear through your clothes. Instinctively she tries to flee and pushes her hands on your chest as hard as she could to push back and be free of this grip before something more happens. She was surprised by the speed of your wings at her back pushing against her own and pinning the petite woman against him. In the moment she felt fangs cut into her delicate skin she screamed and it filled the chamber. She gripped your clothes and tried to hold onto something as her scream quickly died down into something less terried all together.

You have emoted: Draining the last vestiges of Aloli's former bloodline from her body, Ezalor raises his head, mouth bared, blood seeping through his maw and splattering his coat and shirt. Eyes burning with animalistic fervor, he spits the last mouthful onto the cold ground. Frowning in concentration, he regurgitates the foreign blood in a sudden torrent, a growing puddle of blood rippling away from his feet. The steady stream eventually thins as Ezalor raises his head, the entire bottom half of his face painted a deep, glowing crimson. Finished, he turns his gaze back to Aloli's motionless form lying slumped against his wings. He tears off the stained and tattered remains of his coat and shirt, fingernails extending and hardening to wickedly curved points. A soft red glow suffuses his left arm as he wills his blood to flow, veins bulging and pulsing against his arm as the pressure builds.He savagely claws his right hand across his arm, a torrent of blood spurting from the wound as the unleashed flood flows down his arm. He quickly extends the wound to Aloli's mouth, ignoring the pain of the moment as he wills her to drink.

Lisane carefully wipes away a smidge of blood that splattered on her face duringthe regurgitation. Givinga silent gulp, she bares her fangs as she watches you offer his arm to Aloli.

Aloli rests her head against your chest, finding the extreme loss of blood a dizzying and weakening matter. She doesn't seem aware of anything around her and quite easily loses the strength to hold herself up. As she starts to fall she finds herself being supported up enough to have something pressed to her mouth, a wrist, Blood. She finds herself compelled to drink though she would have never done so on her own, she is forced to gulp down the first bit, then with a little more energy she turns to stand sideways, gripping your wrist properly with both her hands as she leans her back against your bare chest. She sinks her teeth and fangs into the soft wrist and drinks the blood she gets from each heart pulse. She doesn't stop.

You have emoted: A misty red haze begins building in Ezalor's eyes as Aloli feeds. Finally satisfied, he wills his Blood in Aloli to act, forcing Aloli off the wound on his arm. He hisses vehemently as the vein rebuilds its ruptured walls, muscle and flesh knitting themselves together. He looks back at Aloli, noting the bite marks still present on her neck as blood trickles slowly down her body.He wills his Blood into action again, forcing the area to repair itself. Ezalor smiles softly at Aloli, closing his eyes momentarily and savouring the newfound bond. "Welcome to the family, Childe," he says softly as the last vestiges of the beast fade from his consciousness.