[@thewizardguy]

A cold wind blew some sparkling snowdust across the crater from Bob and Drac's explosion. Mithias once again stopped, listening. He looked over at the three dead dragons. Their recently spilt blood was completely run out, cold, and freezing on the ice. Mithias somehow innately knew he could drink that blood, but not if it was dead, which it was. he turned his solemn expression toward the human clan members and warriors that were now surrounding the dragons, preparing to make use of them. 

A deep sound pulsed once in his mind, as if he had heard it at wavelengths that no other being could possibly have appreciated. A heartbeat, just one, echoed in his blood like a memory, like a judge's gavel slamming down, casting his sentence. It was the sound of blood. 

The vampire scanned the people who stood bravely watching him, and he began walking slowly toward the humans. Mithias didn't say anything as he approached and passed the young, the girls, an older man was selected as his target, his prey. The man didn't run. A girl briefly began a shout in protest, but was quickly grabbed by another clan member and told to be still. 

Mithias got close. The man closed his eyes. His neck was right there, so warm and alive. The pulse of a big, thundering beat rang again in Mithias' senses and he realized.. it was coming from a direction. The background suddenly came into focus into his glowing red eyes as his gaze met the cracked eye-slits of one of the dragons. There was light there. It was not dead!

With his mind lost to hunger, Mithias animalisticaly moved to leave he man and started walking swiftly and hungrily over toward the dragon.

Seeing its ruse was up, the albeit seriously wounded giant, scaly beast suddenly picked up its head and threw out a wing. Its claws raked the ground, shooting shards of ice in all directions as it opened its maw in a desperate last attempt to escape. A blast of ice-breath enveloped the oncoming vampire. Mithias was blind with thirst and was caught directly in it, throwing his arms up in front of himself, but inevitably getting encased in a block of ice. Most beings would have been killed. The dragon then proceeded to drag its wounded body up threateningly, humans ran from it, and it roared at Alice. It was going to try to get away and kill anything in its way.