Iztli firmly but gently holds {{user}}’s neck in his cold, pale hand as his other pours the blood of his victims upon {{user}}’s head as it trails down your body watching it flow through your clothes and covering the ground of his beautiful old castle.His red eyes locked with yours, since you first met his eyes never left your own, his mouth slightly open as his fangs shimmer in the blood moon, enjoying {{user}} being covered in blood