(Hey, congrats on the join, ma Lady ;) )<br/><br/>Relief flooded Oren's system as the beast started to fold in on itself, its final screech still echoing around his head as it disappeared. As soon as he was sure he was out of danger Oren turned so he was on his hands and knees and started to spit and gag. He was disgusted by the sour taste of the blood and the hot feel of it on his lips and chin. He wasn't sure what would happen if he swallowed, but he definitely didn't want to find out. Oren continued to cough and desperately wished for some water. When he was positive he got as much of the blood out of his mouth as he could, he turned to look at the woman hovering above him.<br/>"Not the best of first meetings, but I do hope I made a good impression." Oren flashed the woman a weak grin, canines on display. He was well aware of the ichor stinging his skin. His heritage must've protected him ever so slightly, otherwise, his skin would've been gone. Oren moved to push himself off the ground so he could shake her hand, but before he got far his limbs gave out, pain shooting through his side. Oren's eyes were wide as his mouth opened in a silent oh, the sudden pain was incredible, causing black to swirl around the edges of his vision. He hadn't paid any attention to his side, figuring the dark stain was ichor, but upon closer inspection, there were two different colours. The dark black of the demon's blood, and the bright red of his.