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Post by theliontamer♥ on Sept 2, 2008 22:36:31 GMT -8
Rippling snarls broke through the still night, stirring the calm and effectively breaking the silence. Smooth skin tore to reveal thick brown fur, covering every shaking inch as the modest human form twisted, morphing into something foreign and dangerous. Ambivalent eyes glazed with hate, the dulcet brown now an unforgiving brass, surveying its’ surroundings with new eyes. Her senses accelerated, every scent in the air hit her with overpowering force. Her mind cleared, the anger from before taking form, focusing. The confusion melted until it was no more, replaced now with a crystal image of her attentions. The night sharpened, the black melting into a dulled daylight. The moon hung overhead, a lovely crescent hidden in part by billowing clouds, shining white in the moonlight. The moon disappeared and the clouds shone, watching her, and she wondered if they did indeed hide the pearly white gates just out of view, pushing the moon away and reminding her of what she could never grasp. But this thought, one that would have plagued her terribly in her mortal state, did not linger in the wolf’s mind. As soon as it passed it was gone, as though a whisper on the gently blowing wind. Her fur ruffled as the wind picked up again, and the clouds shifted and allowed the moon to shine through. Her inhibitions melted as the fur covered every inch of her calloused skin, every reservation slipping away. The anger became defined, and her claws clenched the moist soil in anticipation of the plan that was forming in her mind. The discarded cloak rose with the breeze and floated away, a ghost in the night. Nothing remained of the lithe, short-haired woman that had just stood, trembling against the tree just moments ago. In her place was a creature both strong and impressive, terrifying and beautiful, alluring and dangerous. Her brassy eyes, alert and black to the very deepest depths, betrayed nothing, peering intelligently over the abandoned graveyard, carefully avoiding the one grave that bore a familiar name. Brown fur covered every inch of her rippling body, strong paws gripping the dirt, testing the ground upon which she stood. A crow watched her with suspicious eyes from its’ perch amongst the highest branches of the dying willow. A hare paused its cautious crossing and bolted behind a nearby headstone. As she watched these creatures simultaneously, she could not help but explore the necessity had a mortal witnessed her transformation, much less her standing there. At once her bloodlust reared and she growled, her teeth glinting in the brilliant light, hoping to catch wind of a mortal crouched in fear. Irrationality ruled, and she bounded from the deserted cemetery, sure she could spot a straggler on her way into town. The memory of fresh blood, hot on her tongue, washed over her, the gold eyes stirring with uncontrollable lust, every proper thought tucked deep into the corners of her mind. Perhaps she heard her mortal reasoning, perhaps it broke through. She just didn’t care. Warmth spread through her body as it rippled with power. The power! Human limbs succumbed to invincible muscle mass. She knew her weaknesses in this form were nearly impossible to find, and harder to break. And then she was flying, away from the deserted wasteland of death and towards the bustling city nights. And there it was, a hooded figure hurrying through the night, a whispered prayer on his lips as the wind swept the hood from his head and settled it along his shoulders. She could feel his fear, it vibrated in the cold ground. She no longer had a choice; she had lost all control. His scent intoxicated her and suddenly she could feel both her own blood as well as his. They begged to be joined, his blood calling to her. And she felt the warm sensation as the liquid bathed her fangs and ran down her muzzle as though she had already broken skin. She leapt, the distance closing rapidly. The man faltered and fell to his knees, unable to see but sensing the horrors that lurked just out of sight. The blood was on her fangs when she heard them. Her assault halted as abruptly as it had begun. The man shook in fear, crying curses below his breath, but the shadowed shape had turned away. The wind blew through the arched pathway, the threat dissolved as quickly as it had appeared. Rachel threw herself towards the call. The ground slipped away beneath her and she wound quickly into the heart of the city, unnoticed but for a silent shudder that blew with the breeze. The call grew louder and she could soon hear as well as see the dark creatures lurking in the shadows, awaiting her arrival. The walls stank of bloodsucker, and she pawed the ground nervously as she slowed. Death, even immortal death, hung about her heavily. A fleeting mortal thought reminded her of Theoris’ battle with death. Even a vampire could be killed. But Theoris, who hunted in cold blood with a rational mind, would never choose death. Talk all she may, she would never wish to die. Rachel knew this. But the thought was fleeting and gave way quickly to the matter at hand. Two pairs of ancient eyes watched her as she came to a halt before them. She had been summoned, and she had arrived at the ancient building, knowing while not knowing what had called her. She found them, standing together and lost to their own devices. Moments passed and they did not acknowledge her. Finally they turned, and before her stood two of the most fearsome creatures known to the world. Off they turned, leaping past and away with unmatched speed and grace. She had no choice but to follow. She leapt after them, winding through streets, hearing nothing but glimpses of the matter at hand, finally coming to rest before a large abandoned building. Ease washed over her. This was safe. Her fingers curled, lithe and shapely, as she treaded softly to the door, rose her hand, and let the iron knocker fall. The only thing she could do now was listen.
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Sept 3, 2008 22:33:26 GMT -8
The journal sat on the table, as though it had never been moved. The dust lay, as thick as before the pair had stepped over the threshold and disturbed its' eternal rest. But the journal sat crooked, the change so slight only the most observant eye would notice and record, and even then ignore. The journal stood in its proper place. She crinkled the torn pages carefully into a hidden pocket, pressing them flat and hiding them from view. The pages jumped to life before her eyes, weaving tales of love and loss. The image shone before her, beautiful and long forgotten, two figures joined as one, two pieces fitting together so easily. Why then, did the pieces fall apart, did the curving figure draw away and gaze at the dark haired man with such disgust? She turned away, leaping through the deserted alley, each footfall silent. She had no destination. She was running. Every thought, every memory she had just read, swirled through her mind. She had intruded. She had more than she could handle. So she fled. Soon she became aware of another's presence. It was strong enough for her to pause her aimless run. Her path altered so slightly, but instead of running from the presence she drew closer, slowing to a graceful lope. She paused again when she realized that her companion drew no ragged breath. Silence. And she could feel the stolen blood screaming protests against its captor. "Who are you?" she called, coldly, into the darkness, drawing carefully and steadily towards the shape.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Sept 3, 2008 22:49:13 GMT -8
He wasn’t paying much attention to what was happening in the area around him, and only faintly hearing the knock on the door. Caius did not immediately register that someone was actually at the door, it was probably just the wind. Though something was nagging at the back of his mind. There was a presence in the area that he could not put his finger on. Suddenly, the knock on the door to Lucian’s hideaway was all too familiar.
Someone had followed them back. And if his intuition was right, it was not any mortal being.
“Lucian,” he started, putting down his drink and felt the mood die down a tad. If they were found out by the likes of mortal beings, especially with what prior conversation happened, they would be in far worse trouble. Yet this presence did not seem to be a mortal being. The being seemed someone familiar in its scent. He made his way to the door cautiously, making sure that he was not making much noise to alert the presence of the two immortals there. As he got closer to the door, it was far too evident that someone, more of something, was present outside of the door. He knew he couldn’t just barrel through the door and take down whatever was standing outside of it. He had to be, well, more mortal than the beast that he was.
The house that he and Lucian resided in for the short time had to have some sort of a back door, something that Lucian used for escape, just in case something were to happen to give away his secret. Now all Caius had to do was find the damn door. You would think that a being with supernatural powers would have easily found the door to get out of the house, but damn, the door was elusive still to him. So a window would do.
Out the window, Caius made round to the front of the house, where he spied the being who had knocked. It was a female, young, but who could really tell exact age in a world like his own. He recognized this woman, out of the corner of his eyes he had seen her as Lucian and himself ran through the streets. But a question crossed his mind: How could she have followed so swiftly on foot, while he and Lucian crossed the land in their canine forms at speeds unheard of? Could she have been the presence of immortality that he felt so heavily when first discovering her whereabouts? He had to know.
It was a risk to phase so blatantly in sight of an unknown. She could have been human for all he knew, in which she would die quickly, her blood shed to feed the constant sting of lust for it. Or she could be a formidable opponent, vampire bloodsucker or brother werewolf alike. He would not know unless he acted.
The phase passed quickly, quietly, as he sat and still spied her, this time through his supernatural eyes. She had not moved, which made him uneasy. She knew something, that he was sure of. And with that, he charged.
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Post by The Wolfman on Sept 4, 2008 9:40:42 GMT -8
The Grandfather clock told at one a.m. and with that there was a sudden knock at the steel iron door's to Lucians home, grabbing the keys and a lit candelabra and walked very gracefully towards the door. Out of the corner of his eye Lucian saw Cauis leap up towards the high windows and peer outside, the presesnece that was out side Lucian could feel throught the steel tampered door's either this creature was powerfull of its age or it had just experianced a fit of rage that was only shared by the immortals.
Unlocking the door and pulling it open little by little pretending that he was still mortal and not to give away his presense even though he knew it could be felt by those around him, opening the steel door and placing the candelabra out into the darkness the get a glimps of a feminen face. "hello and how may i help you?!" Lucian said that the strange woman at his door step with Cauis at his back ready to stricke if the action arose
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Post by brentjoyce on Sept 7, 2008 9:31:10 GMT -8
The words caught Shawn by suprise. He didn't even notice the presents of the other being until he heard the words. It was a female voice. But it also seemed to have something more to it. A dark undertone. It made Shawn turn his head in all directions untill he could see the woman from a distance. His eyes caught the figure and he could tell right away that he was dealing with someone who was gifted such as himself. The voice sent a cold spike down his spine. It was imposing and threating to him. He felt the need to change the pace of the conversation quickly.
"I can ask you the same question..."
Shawn straighten up and rolled up the sleeves on his shirt. He walked towards her slowly with his arms folded in front of him. Every step he took made small prints in the dusty floor. His eyes adjusted with every step he took.
"Answer... your a vampire as well."
Shawn was now in full interrogation mode. He felt threaten by a lone vampire wondering this city. With the whole battle waging in the background only a very naive and stupid vampire would roam the streets alone at night or a very powerful one.
He finally stopped a few breaths away from her. the two vampires where now eye to eye with only a few inches between them. With his arms still crossed Shawn gave the female a over look.
"I think the real question is why such a pretty lady like you would be roaming such dark street."
He said it with a slight grin. In a half joke half condescending voice.
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Oct 14, 2008 20:14:15 GMT -8
Her silent footfalls ceased, and she waited, poised carefully with her back to the open alleyway, balanced on the balls of her feet. His directness did not startle her; she realized from the very first word that he was an equal rival. "What manner of being are you?" she called back to him, her voice a crystal whisper, trembling on the winds. He too was something deadly and ancient, a creature of the darkness just as she. "We may share the name vampire, but you and I are not the same," Kanika asserted, taking a second, bold step towards him. His next comment made her lips curl upwards into a cruel grimace, and she unfolded her dark arms, revealing herself further to him. Her overdress, traditional to the very core, raced down her throat, unaccompanied by the usual lace or eyelet underskirts. Instead the silky black left her neck bare, folded just over her shoulders and curled down her body, clinging to her waist before falling in thick folds to the floor. "No woman in her right mind," she breathed, drawing closer to him, "would roam these streets alone, even dressed more modestly than I." The wind brushed her hair over her shoulders, and she laughed lightly as she met his darkened eyes. "No one in their right mind should be wandering these streets. I should ask you the very same," she repeated his words now. "What business have you here?"
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Oct 15, 2008 10:39:04 GMT -8
The bloodlust had cooled as quickly as it had burned, and humanity overcame her animal senses. She felt for the man who had trembled in fear, a momentary reminder of her own loss, but the pity passed as her own sense of security slipped away. She was surrounded. She was being flanked by two exceedingly powerful creatures. Lucian's voice startled her and she dipped her head in revernece. "You called. You sent for me, and I have come," she answered, slowly, wishing she had the strength of fresh meat to protect her. But her prey survived, had probably fled home thanking Ave Maria as he ran, and now sat huddled in whatever pathetic life he lived, clutching his posessions and loved ones. No doubt he would vow to dedicate his life to the force that had saved him. But he would never know that satan himself had kept her from her attack. She met his piercing gaze, a firm grimace on her lips. Only now did she begin to wonder what he had in store for her, or why she stood before him so unprotected. The fierce confidence of her wolf form had melted so immediately away. She was too young, she did not take these moments into consideration. A powerful being like herself had called, and she had responded. "I had no choice to refuse you," she finally conceded. "You must know that your power is as such."
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Post by brentjoyce on Oct 15, 2008 12:59:41 GMT -8
The way the woman reacted, calmed Shawn down instantly. The hostility he anticipated did not seem to exist. She wasn’t here to cause him harm as of yet. He loosen up his stance and now appeared a lot more relaxed than before.
“What business do I have here?”
The question was simple and easy to dodge.
“I decided to go out for a midnight stroll you know, enjoy the nightly feed.”
The smirk on his face totally showed that he was being overly sarcastic and lying. Shawn let out a little laugh and went back over his sentence.
“I am searching for a werewolf, was sent to hunt for one by my friend. Although I don’t know where he is at the moment.”
He loosened his stance ever so slightly and folded his arms across his chest and begun to slowly move past the female vampire.
“By the way dear, we are very much the same.” He turned with a piercing look on his face “no matter how much you would love to deny me the right to be at the same level as your own.”
Shawn looked over the vampire once more. She was more powerful than most over vampires and that was notable at first glance. The way she carried herself through the room to him almost seemed imposing as if she was royalty. But, Shawn did not let this get to him.
“Now lady, what be your name?”
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Post by The Wolfman on Oct 15, 2008 21:25:40 GMT -8
Scanning over the young lady at the door, Lucian glanced at Cauis and to tell him that there was no danger. "Come on in, my bretheren, would you like something to drink?" Lucian lead the young lady towards the room where Cauis and hiself had just shared drinks and there storys of origin. Cauis will be with us shortly and then we can begin disscusing our plan......
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Oct 15, 2008 21:45:17 GMT -8
Caius listened intently from his position, slowing his attempted charge at the female. She knew of their real forms, and it seemed that it was Lucian who had called her, drawing her towards their hidden locale. Caius looked in Lucian's direction trying to catch his gaze, trying to get his attention, which he did. He spoke directly to him. “You invited her in? Good, I will join you shortly.”
Caius quickly changed back into his human form after hurrying back to the door he had barreled out of earlier. Straightening his clothing and making himself somewhat presentable due to the presence of this newcomer to their company, Caius briskly walked into the main parlour room, seeing both Lucian and the new female waiting for him.
“Welcome, friend. Has my male comrade offered you something to drink?”
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 5, 2008 14:04:56 GMT -8
Rachel shifted nervously as she sensed the wolf hidden in the night behind her. But the leader's words were comforting, and the disapproving scowl melted away into a look of morbid curiousity. "I have no preference in drinks," she answered, timidly, less at ease with these giants, however like her they may be. She stepped into the warm welcoming chamber, taking in the impressive surroundings just as she now took in the creature before her. His prescence startled her every time she saw him, the vibe that resonated from him powerful and controlling. She would follow whatever he asked of her, she felt, strangely. But Rachel had never been one to deny orders. The second man, less imposing in stature but his presence just as bright, stepped into the drawing room as she had been deciding in which chair to sit. Was there a proper place for a young wolf to sit amongst those who were so obviously legends? She couldn't be sure. "He has. I thank you, sir, for your kindness," she answered quickly, concerned about her appearance to them. Her wariness was slowly fading into ease--should she not be at ease with her like?
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 5, 2008 14:18:10 GMT -8
Kanika did not appreciate his lies. Her eyes narrowed, hostility rising in her chest. The wind blew through her gown, cooling her body and her temper. He had more to say; perhaps he would be honest with her at last. "Who are you in league with? What werewolf do you seek?" She demanded, the figure of a large black wolf, menacing and cruel, flashed before her eyes and distracted her. The papers folded hastily into her cleavage rustled slightly and her thoughts averted. But only for a moment. The thought was fleeting and held little use to her as of now. Instead her companion's strengths and weaknesses passed judgement. She scowled; he had shown weakness by taking a companion, and weaker yet for following his orders. "I do not categorize us together merely because our differences are vast. I do not deny that you are exceeding powerful; my equal, in fact, in that. However I insist you concede to me, one who exists in solidarity and follows orders from none, that companionship shows your weakness." Kanika regarded him with cold eyes, detesting him for his aloof ease and relaxed nature. "Friendships are useless to ones as powerful as you and I. Therefore I cannot see your logic when choosing such associations." She looked past him with little interest, a swift movement of her slender neck that was quickly hidden by the long black strands. "You may call me Kanika," she answered him, for the first time honestly. "I expect you will grant me your name in return?" she again asserted, though this time her statement twisted off into an unsure question in the very last moment. A haughty noise escaped her lips at this slip, but she had tired of such a strong facade. His companionship bothered her, but his ease though they had just met infuriated her.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 7, 2008 20:40:30 GMT -8
He watched her closely, his own eyes following her every move. He knew she should be trusted, but to be so welcoming so soon, especially into a safe place such as the hideaway that Lucian inhabited, it was too dangerous, especially with the times being how they were. Sides were split, and the teeth and claws of war bared. Yes, she was of their own kind, but Caius still needed to know she was trustworthy.
He placed a glass in front of her, water, no alcohol, for it seemed the girl was not the type to be drinking. Her answer in reply to Lucian was kind, polite, as a guest should be when offered refuge into someones home.
"What is your name, young one?" Caius asked, sensing the age difference that the room now presented. "And we know you have come on Lucian's call, yet in this time, we cannot begin to fully trust you. The war has both sides playing at their strongest. I do not in the slightest sense mean to be rude, dear lady, but how do we, how do I know that you are not a traitor to your own species, working for the filth of the bats that flood the streets?"
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 9, 2008 1:43:27 GMT -8
Rachel turned to Caius, perplexed at their distrust but eager to please. She had not lived long enough nor experienced near enough to understand the intricate betrayals that brewed distrust and created this anomaly between those of like species. In her mind, any werewolf was refuge and ally--was she to learn differently? She only understood the hatred that ran deep between the mighty wolves and the blood sucking leeches. She understood that all too well. Theoris' face flashed in her mind, briefly, and she knew that ties to ones kind far outweighed family ties. She was deeply bound to these werewolves before her. If need be, she would swear loyalty to they and meet in war with her own sister, though they might share only a mother. "I am Rachel," she answered, accepting the glass and letting the refreshing liquid run down her throat. "And you have no reason to trust me, I suppose, though I am of your kind and shall swear my loyalty to the werewolves alone. What reason have you to distrust me?" She set the glass carefully on the table, but the liquid trembled in her hand and clanked down rougher than she had intended. "I understand your concerns. I have answered your call for support and will do all in my power to be of use. I hope that is satisfactory for you, at least for the moment."
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 9, 2008 2:15:06 GMT -8
He knew she was speaking the truth. He and Lucian had no reason not to trust her. She was of their kind, would do anything they say. If they said to swear loyalty to them, and them alone, she would do so. The bonds that lay within the blood of werewolves run strong, and her young age would all but make her to its power. Nothing, not even the filthy leeches that ran among the streets could change her mind once it was set.
"Our trust in you will build over time. For now, you have our refuge and the protection that this home entails. If a battle does arise, for your sake, your allegiance to us is a must. For now, drink to your own self's content. And tell us your story. Perhaps after hearing, any doubts that have been pre-forged will disappear."
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Post by brentjoyce on Nov 12, 2008 12:29:03 GMT -8
Shawn scratched his chin in deep thought. The conversation was playing out like a game of chest in his mind; Kanika trying to check his king while he countered. He moved ever so closely to Kanika with a rather inward look. As if he was speaking more to himself then to the vampire in front of him.
“I am in league with a rather intelligent blood my dear. Now do I swear Ligeance to my partner is another story. You must understand that by not burning bridges I cover up several of the weakness that you perceive. For alienating yourself from possible help only corners yourself. Never the less Kanika, you have shown a key difference between you and I.”
Shawn now had a hint of deceit in his eye. The orbs of fire that flared with every word crescendo at that moment.
“I know the true value of friendship and the difference between friendship and partnership.”
Shawn looked down upon Kanika now, he felt as if he had the upper hand against her logically and physically. He took a strong stance showing a complete reversal of his previous body language.
“Perhaps you should ‘concede to me, one who exists in solidarity and follows orders from none.’” He stopped for a pause and then continued “You can call me Shawn Pilot my dear Kanika.”
Shawn waited for her response with a dark grin lingering across his face.
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 12, 2008 21:32:03 GMT -8
"You so quickly assume that I find all relationships worthless. I told you that I find friendship unnecessary," Kanika told him, her eyes narrowing in contempt. She found this vampire of interest; a creature she could see herself forming alliances with. Their strengths, she had judged, could complement one another nicely when not set against as such. "I do not burn bridges, as you seem to think. I will concede to you only that I have very high standards when it comes to my partnerships." Her lips curled upwards into a grin. While it angered her that Shawn, as he called himself, held his own so strongly against her, she had recognized it as strength, something many could not uphold when faced with her cruel demeanor.
Kanika's policies had probably lost her as many allies as it had gained her; some did not tolerate her harshness or wavered too quickly and became useless. A brief moment filled her mind, a memory, softer, filled with the gentle light of daybreak. The hatred melted, but she did not waver, even though the warm arms were wound tightly around her bare waist and draping cloth fell over her, enveloping her into the muscled chest that was speaking gently, telling her chidingly that she should be nicer, that she could get her way differently if she so cared to try. He had promised to teach her, and she rose an eyebrow at his inability to do the very thing he promised. She allowed him to finish his thought, but rose indignantly and threw his arms from around her. And just like that the moment shattered, fell to pieces about her mind as the sweetness of that time had faded into her bitterness.
Who was he to tell her how she should act? Her eyes burned with fire as she looked towards Shawn. "Anything more than a necessary arrangement is useless. Time has shown me that feelings get you nowhere. And it has worked out just fine for me." Her stance shifted to accommodate his more menacing approach. "I do, however, respect your dissenting opinion. Now, tell me before I find time wasted, do you too see advantages in a partnership forged between you and I?"
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Post by The Wolfman on Nov 16, 2008 14:19:23 GMT -8
The draft that blew through the haunted hall's of the solitude of Lucian's stronghold, and as the wind blew by Lucian's nostrols a sudden stench filled his mind. "Rachel," he asked in a calm and soothing manner, "May I talk to you?"
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 18, 2008 15:55:59 GMT -8
Rachel shuffled her feet slightly, a very unladylike gesture, and turned her eyes to Lucian's calm face. "Of course," she answered, bending slightly into an awkward curtsy. Her next words came out with a wispy breath. "What does thou desire to speak of?" She followed him obediently, calm save the nervous chatter if her heart. Though his expression and manner soothed her, she felt slightly distressed. She was eager to please these two powerful creatures.
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Post by The Wolfman on Nov 27, 2008 21:45:06 GMT -8
"follow me", Lucian spoke with a stern but calm manor."Rachel, i sence there is great blood lust in you and for some reason you smell of Leeches." The words spat out of his mouth like ball's of fire being aimed at the little bug's crawling across the floor in all direction's. Though he knew that he still thought about her everytime a vampire was spoken of, "do you care to explain this too me?"
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