Audits pinned on the back of his head, a fierce glare accumulated in his blue orbs. His teeth were somewhat exposed and enraged wrinkles for on his maw and around his brows. Slowly walking towards where this "Blood Prince" was, Arrane saw the muscular form of an infected brute yelling out into the gaping hole. Walking towards him, he still kept his distance, not wanting any sort of infection to spread to him. Arrane wanted to be well to fight against these beastly monsters.
"You will not have any sort of taste of any one's flesh while I'm here", growling through gritted teeth, Arrane pierced him with a glare, only to lift up his head in a swift motion. A bellowing whinny boomed from within his chest, summoning the warriors from the sanctuary. May they hear his call and consult on what to do with this bothersome "Blood Prince". Truly, if he wasn't capable of spreading infection, Arrane would have leaped on him earlier, earnest to tear these beasts apart. The beasts that destroyed his dear friends.