By the colors

When his attacked landed and he had successfully thrown the girl to her side, he could hear the gasp as air left her lungs. He backed away, giving her space to breathe and see what she would do next. Much to his surprise and her relief, instead of continuing to fight, the girl fled into the moor. His chest throbbed from her bite mark, but he knew it would heal in due time. He had won, she wasn't too badly injured, that's what mattered. He hoped she learned a lesson. If she had been older, he would not have been as merciful. Alaric sighed to himself and began licking what he could of the wound that trickled blood upon his white chest.

Once the wound was clean, Alaric ventured to a different spot in the moor. He still wanted to watch the amazing light display but hopefully this time in more peace.

-Exit Alaric-