Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
Malakai raised his head warily, able to make out the sense of Rurik's blood, his power, even above the smell of burning fabric and blood that hung heavy in the air. It was enough to keep him from assaulting the witch outright, but he did stand, moving into Rurik's space before he could finish his introduction. Hands braced the man's biceps, the look in his eyes vacant and unaware- he was on autopilot, the bodies not enough to satisfy Malakai's urges, at least not all of them.