“No! I do not want it!” He pushed her out of his way and went to the bed.

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

(( Guys, Seral will probably be away for a little - so can we hold off the posting for a little? -smiles- Just so it doesn't rush ahead without Dorian. ))

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

((sure, its advancing preetty quickly and we're nor waiting for each other... so its fine by meh))
Before she reached the door she muttered quietly "If you would just stay here Dorian, and calm down, I will get you blooming healer."

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The nearest healer was further down the street, only a little way. From asking, Rhavaniel discovered that the closest healer was staying in the next inn - said to be something of a white witch, apparently.
After a few directions, Rhavaniel reached where she was supposed to be, although the only thing left to do was to ask.

(( We could get the healer back to Dorian (since he's uninvolved in that bit), and then pause posting? ))

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

((Good plan))
After a short explaination she ushered the healer back to where Dorain was. The healer asked many questions that where arrogantly ignored.

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Leyla fell to the ground as Dorian pushed her out of his way. Her garnet eyes flashed. She stood back up. "Okay," she said, holding up her hands, "No blood, I got it."
She sat down near him, but far enough away so he wouldn't think she was still pushing at him to feed. She watched him, her head cocked slightly. He had to feed.

Leyla had helped some of those who shared her fate, vampirisim. She brushed her hair behind her shoulders, leaning forward. "I understand how you feel," she whispered, after the healer had tried asking questions, "I felt the same way, long ago. But you have to learn to live with who you are. You are a vampire. You can't push it away."

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Sig ll Moi

The healer, as a faint surprise, was far from an old woman, but young and slender. Long, long dark hair fell down her back, and her white skin was set to contrast by emerald eyes.
Those same optics turned to Rhavaniel with a smile as she collected up her equipment quickly, asking a few questions that weren't answered by her rushed caller.

Without a word more, she followed Rhavaniel to the other inn, walking up the stairs gracefully.

"Which room is he in?" she asked softly..

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Dark nodded at Kael's words. "I understand."
(this is my only post til Seral gets back)

( Well...shall we all stop here? ^__^; We'll wait for Seral now.)

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"Here..." Cautiously Rhan pushed the door open and stood back, out of respect, to let the old dear pass.

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Dorian let his eyes wander briefly over the healer, slowly he sank down on the bed and smiled.
“thank you for seeing me…”

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

(( She's not old. XD; She's about 17. -laughs- ))

The healer passed the door before reaching Dorian. With a gentle smile she assessed him before putting a cool, but not cold hand on his forehead.
Something of a calming nature seemed to wash over him, just briefly, seeming to relax him.
She had that sort of aura about her...

Bright green eyes set themselves upon him before she took a delicate seat beside him, looking down with a soft smile.

"May I ask your name?" she requested softly.

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((Uuups..Neva mind))

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When the healer entered, Leyla quickly got up and slipped back into the shadows. She would just watch.

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Sig ll Moi

He smiled slightly as the calming feeling washed over him, relaxing his limbs, easing his mind.
He looked at her and nodded, “I am Dorian Mith, lady… May I ask of yours?”

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

((K now I have to go, and wont be able to post tilll tomorrow- dont go to far^.^!))

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