The tendrils he had created lashed forward, narrowly missing the other. The shadows swiftly came back towards their owner, the darkness overwhelming the entire place. Sosdovah turned, his eyes landing on the other vamp. His keen hearing heard the 'tap,tap,tap', then the other was gone. Enraged, the dracopyre's shadows suddenly sprung to life again.
The shadowy tendrils swiftly raced all throughout the house, destroying everything in sight. As the shadows did their thing, Sosdovah was constantly glancing around. His eyes glowed brightly in the darkness, pupils thin slits that were nearly lost in the vast red of his eyes. His forked tongue flicked out, testing the air.
The male's voice had seemingly changed, growing even deeper as he growled, "You may be gone, but your scent betrays you. Better get a move on cripple, cause once I'm finished with the lost sheep, the wolf is coming after you."
Sos strode forward, the shadows seeming to retreat back. Instead, the shadows started to be replaced by creeping flames. Well, having a dragon parent who's main element was fire, it did have its benefits. The male's form radiated with extreme heat as the fire started to consume the building which he stood. His red eyes swirled to their draconic yellow as his more dragon side took control. His tail trailed behind him, a pair of wings suddenly exploding from his shoulders.
"Oh little sheep, you are prolonging the inevitable," Sos growled under his breath, "The shepherd may have come to save you once, but I will not allow it to happen again."
The dracopyre continued to slowly walk through the burning building. His steps were slow, deliberate. The male's eyes continued to glow brightly, the flames growing around him.
Yve, although immune to heat, was not pleased at all. His suit, ruined. His leg, not working. His hair, a mess. Invisible, he was at much less danger but if anything, he didn’t want a nice honest human, the one who offered to help him, despite his vampiric state, to die. She would be good to trade.
Yes, he was never a good person, he was still a vampire, just he had no desire to kill. He was a tradesman.
He uses his own powers to cool down the room, to combat the firey heat and possibly freeze the dragonpyre. He tries to say out of the way of the shadows too, curving his body to avoid them. It was hard with his leg deciding to be limp. He lifts his cane, leaning on the wall, attempting a jab at the dragonpyre with the spiked end.
He wishes he’d brought his poisons.