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Feeling a slight shiver run down his spine from the ice cold breath that softly caressed the back of his neck, Vitius spun round and jumped back as he heard a tree come crashing down from somewhere behind him. Keeping his eyes peeled for any other potential dangers, Vitius let out a curse as yet another tree came rushing down towards the ground in an attempt to flatten him. Rolling out of the way at the last second, he let out a barely audible hiss as a dead branch from the tree broke off and flew towards him, embedding itself in his left bicep. Growling at the foreign object piercing his pale white flesh and armor Vitius wrapped his other hand around it, and with a grunt, pulled it from his arm. Not even bothering to see if the wound had healed itself, he held the branch up to his face and stared grimly at the dark red, almost black, liquid that stained its bark.

Blood. His blood.

The all too familiar feeling of lightheadedness he felt due to the amount of blood he'd lost was slowly starting to get to him, and if he didn't do something soon, he knew he'd probably pass out. Even if he didn't, just having his reflexes slowed this much was dangerous, especially in a situation like this. So he pressed his lips to the bark... 

And drank. 
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