[center][h1][color=#B5A642][b]Dragan Meszaros[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Disgusting. No matter how much Dragan was willing to ingest such putrid blood to regain his strength, it didn't change the fact that the smell alone was revolting. Regardless, he watched Ilena create her thralls, nodding in polite thanks as she offered the first sip of blood. 

[color=#B5A642][b]"My thanks."[/b][/color] Dragan gestured the blood his way with an application of magic, sipping slightly. He couldn't help the grimace that crossed his face at the taste of this vitae, but as he'd already told the other two, they had little choice in the matter at the moment. [color=#B5A642][b]"In any case, if you insist on making corpses, it would be a waste for me to not use them to their fullest."[/b][/color] 

His rapier in his right hand, Dragan raised his left and called forth his own specialty magic. Tendrils of sickly green energy extended from his outstretched hand, wrapping themselves around the bones Ilena had left. The skeleton quickly reanimated and rose, awaiting its master's command, whether it be delivered verbally or mentally. 

Dragan frowned. He knew torpor had left him weak, but to experience it was something else. He'd not had such difficulty animating the dead since his earliest nights as a fledgling vampire. Disgust at his weakness overrode disgust at the quality of the blood available in an instant, and Dragan surged forward, his hand wrapping around one of the mosquito-like insects before crushing it. A minute application of blood magic caused the blood to gather into an orb, and he ingested it as quickly as he could before beginning to move on to the rest. 

Of course, he only took an equal share, as was fair. There were still enough insects left for his two companions to feed on as they wished, if they wished.