Blood Marks

"ARAD!" Eris cried, rushing to check on him. The blood was still warm, and his flesh started moving as his wounds closed. He was just cut apart seconds before she woke up. "Who did this?"

Arad's flesh returned to place and his skin closed as he sat up. "Hmmm, you seem to be back to normal." He stared at her.

Arad wasn't that easy to kill, even if his human body was cut to pieces, he'd just regenerate. And even if sufficient damage was dealt to him, he'll just transform into his draconic form.

"Back to normal? What do you mean?" Eris gasped.

"You went crazy and started slashing at me left and right after drinking my blood." He replied. "At first I thought you were only trying to be a bit rough, but soon your nails started cutting into my scales."

Eris stared at her hands, noticing that her nails had taken the shape of claws, dripping with blood. "I did this?"