trouble on the horizon }} typhoon on the island + tanglewoods arrival

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

Their attack had been successful. Teeth sunk into the side of their neck, causing blood to flow into Alexandre's mouth. Enamored by their overwhelming hunger, they felt themselves sink into the other's back momentarily to embrace the sickening and salty liquid flowing over their tongue. A groan exited the other as Seven yowled in pain. The pleasure of the struggle, the pain, and the game led them to temporary euphoria. With their guard down, the vampire barely felt the other beginning to shake.

Only when teeth connected with their paw did Alexandre snap out of their self-gratification. The jaws of the enemy dragged them off their back and threw them to the ground. Only did then Alexandre notice their opponent's disability when they looked up, staring them in the face. 'Blind,' they remarked internally. Another advantage to keep in mind, but something to be weary of. Seven's actions would not be as predicable as the other's due to their loss of eyesight. Alexandre was going to have plan their next move.

The other's underside was a death zone clearly with large paws potentially flailing blindly in an attempt to crush the vampire. Staying high was going to be at their advantage. The feline started to beat their wings loudly to catch the other's attention. Like a bull fighter with a red flag, they were trying to have the aggressive tiger dive at them so they could control the situation.

In confidence, the winged domestic cat spoke up. "Your ship is of The Typhoon's," came their coo from nearby. "Fight for your claim or stand down, dear." Continuing to beat their wings, they hoped the other would be fooled by the sound of a secondary attack.