Dorian glowered at Kael, his cheeks burning almost as scarlet as his eyes. “I am not a liar” his lips quivered, showing his sharp fangs. His gaze turned to Rhavaniel, as though trying to burn her very skin.

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Kael smiled softly, letting go of Rhavaniel before he moved fluidly toward the other man, reaching out a hand which stopped just before Dorian's chin. Urging him closer if he were to take the advantage, the chance.

"Prove me wrong then, darling...and take your eyes off that pure skin of hers...
It won't set on fire just from you glaring so lividly..."

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Dorian’s chest heaved in heated anger. His eyes still burning into Rhavaniels skin.”I said, I am not jealous…” His eyes flickered to Kael’s momentarily before turning and storming out of the room.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Lenne looked at Kael and bit her lip. "Why are you here?" She asked him, softly and somewhat fearful. She slowly walked towards him.

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(OOC: gah u guys are RP a lot when i'm still asleep or getting ready for school...o_O)

IC: Dark hissed as she saw the man blow a kiss to her, she never enjoyed romance anyways. She listened to the conversation, trying to see why the man had to be killed by the Elf whos name she did not know. When they left the room she followed silently, making sure to keep to the meager shadows.

((Please tell me if my post is good or not. I got a bit confused...))

Leyla watched, silently in the shadows. She watched, slightly confused, not understanding what was going on. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders as her red eyes watched intently. She brushed her pure white dress with her thin, pale hands. The front was slightly stained by fresh blood, running downthe front of the dress in a stream. She licked her lips, blissfully, getting rid of the last bits of blood on her thin lips.

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(thats fine i got lost too)(Hey r u a vampire too Lady Tindomerel Narniore?)

Dark was shocked, two vampires in the same day. Usually Middle Earth was much less interesting. She shuffled a little bit, wincing as her sword sheath made a crunching noise as she leaned against a partially rotten wall.

Rhavaniel eyed Kael with a raised eyebrow "You play lord." she muttered touching her neck and looking after Dorian."I thought you were going to bite me... I felt like a mouse in a cats jaw..."She fiddled with her black hair and smiled thoughtfully.

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Dorian was burning in hatred, the bloodbond, if you could call it that, between himself and Kael made his whole being ache in loathing and jealousy when Kael touched another.

He fumbled with the lock on his door and flung himself down onto the bed, his scarlet eyes brimming over with tears of frustration.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

It was a conceited smile passing across the boy's lips as he assessed the others, attention lingering with Dorian before he slid out of the door; and Rhavaniel spoke.

"What is life, but a game to play - my darling?" he mused, before stroking his hand over her shoulder gently, chin tilting a little.

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Lenne listened to Kael's words, but didn't like the tone of his voice much. She remained in the corner of the room. She eyed him, sharply. She wasn't moving an inch and she thought, for a moment, that she had forgotten to breathe.

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Dorian stared at the ceiling, his eyes burning with fury. His body trembled softly and his slender fingers twined in his dark hair. He whispered softly to himself.
“And so it begins… Or is this the end?” his voice choked with tears and he closed his eyes to block out the pain.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"I...I dont really know."Rhan mumbled.

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Dorian couldn’t rest. Angrily he leaped from the bed and stormed out side again, his eyes burning.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Rhavaniel raised her eyes and glanced at him guiltily.

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Dorian looked at her swiftly, his eyes deep pools of pain.
“Why do you look at me like that?”

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-