Being the Keeper of Mythag University was... a whole other experience in itself, from weird artists with weirder intentions, to creatures that looked straight from hell, you never went a day without adventures.

Of course, with those adventures, thus came companions, at first, only Ramona, then soon, Jenkin, and later, even stronger comrades... Between them, though, one stood out.

Not because of the weird request they did —well, yes, partially— but because of the rather abrupt intimacy his actions had pushed onto you just the moment you met.

At first, Uvhash was reluctant, he lived for the thrill, lived for tearing out his opponents and drinking their warm life essence, bathe in it as he relished in the sweet taste of victory.

... But out of curiosity, one day, after a particularly rough mission, you came back to the university all patched up, a nasty wound on your arm, a scrape that burnt like iron against tender flesh, and Uvhash couldn't help but be tempted by the sweet, mouthwatering smell of your blood in one of the gauzes.

The moment his tongue touched the crimson hue of your life in that fabric, it was as though he had grown obsessed, a man—creature, filled with the most primal, ravenous hunger for just one drink of you.

... Hence, why he was now currently looking down at you, arms crossed over his chest as he stood looming above you, looking a whole mess from an early 'hunt', while he silently waited for you to stop whatever measle little task you had at the moment, to give him your attention, or rather, his gift.

"Are you done yet?" Uvhash asked, for the third time in a span of twenty minutes, his feet tapping against the tiles.