her eyes widen with what she sees, her gaw hanging open. after a couple of secounds she faints.

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blondes maybe stupid at times, but i'm stupid all the time ^^

Dorian moaned at the strange pleasure, his now crimson eyes closed. He was slightly aware of the Healer, but his mind wandered. Why didn't it hurt?

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

Long fingers stroked over Dorian's hair adoringly, winding into the dark strands before he withdrew.
He wouldn't take everything, he wanted to keep Dorian concious.
Speaking of, he was hardly phased as the blonde girl collapsed in the doorway.
In fact, he merely smirked again before licking his lips with a long pink tongue, staining it deep red.

One of those long fingers reached out toward Dorian's face, tracing down a cheekbone before sliding underneath his chin and tilting it up.
Kael's mouth was still full of the other's blood, savoured like a good wine.
With a kick back, he swallowed before veering closer to Dorian again.

"I told you it only gets better...darling." he whispered, a few centimetres from the other's face, the strong scent, taste of blood still on his lips.

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

Dorian nodded slightly, his eyes glazed over. His delicate features seemed relaxed. He parted his scarlet lips in a small gasp. "why? Why does it feel this way?"He looked over Kael's shoulder at the blonde girl and laughed softly. "Poor girl."

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

Kael's smile was gentle, his eyes never leaving Dorian's.
Gentle...and yet predatorial in a way before he parted his lips to speak, letting a waft of blood over Dorian as he did so.
"Because you are falling in love with your lust..."

Those cold fingers curled around the nape of Dorian's neck, easing him a little closer.

"After all...lust is something of a deadly sin."

It was the parting of those crimson lips that urged him just that little bit closer, his own pale lips parting ever so slightly as he caught the other vampire off guard.
With a tightening of fingertips beneath the back of the other's skull, their lips connected only briefly; sapphire eyes fluttering to half-closed..

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

Dorians eyes flickered slightly, then closed, Kael was right, he was falling in love with lust. bloodlust the word echoed through his mind.
The taste of his own blood was on his lips, he trembled softly as the rich scent lingered in his nostrils, making his lips quiver.
Was this going to be his life? He didn’t care. All he cared about was this… And it scared him, making his slender fingers shake in horror. But still, all he cared about was this… And he was lost…

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

Lost was just where Kael wanted his victim to be. Lost in a spiral of confusion as the younger man wrapped an arm about his partner, leaning further into their embrace.
This was his life from now onward, and this was what he had to accept, embrace...
Kael, ah..he was part of that life..and so, he was taking advantage of Dorian's torn acceptance.

That same pointed pink tongue hastened forward, pushing over the other's parted lips, tasting the familar taste of blood as Kael bit down on Dorian's lip with those pinpoint fangs.
Long fingers stroked down, down the smooth bumps of Dorian's neck, over vertebrae; wondering when the other would realise and break this beautiful connection.

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

Dorian whimpered gently, lost in the moment, sinking in bliss, new feelings, new emotions streaming through his veins.
Ah, he didn’t want to stop. He was floating and his heart was beating fast. He leaned into Kael’s arms, a protective embrace to his unwitting mind.
Suddenly something made him stop, perhaps the cool breeze, or maybe the taste of blood seeming bitter.

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

As Dorian pulled away, Kael leant back again, fingers pulling back along with him, trailing across his partner's spine.
It was with a lick of his lips that he stood from the bed, and a little flick of his hand that he slinked back toward the door.
"Or perhaps you've already fallen?" he remarked silkily before sliding away out of the door.

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

((Sounds so cool! I love vampires. Can join?))

Name: Leyla (it means 'dark beauty')

Gender: Female

Species: Vampire/Elf

Description: Long golden blonde hair that's always pulled back in a ponytail with a black satin ribbon. Garnet red eyes. Slim and beautiful. Wears mostly all black, a mostly dresses like a noble woman.

Presonality: Flirty, brave, reckless, wild, but sometimes kind and caring to others who share her fate. She's also dark, mysterious and dangerous.

Short Background: She's a vampire who lives in Edoras. She isn't more than a shadow to the people around her. She once was the child of two elves of Rivendell.

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

Name: Dur Daebereth (or Dark ShadowQueen) if ur talking to me and you say my name, just call me Dark.

Species:Silvan Elf/Wraith

Weapon(s): Naumaegil(FireSword) One Morgul Dagger and one regular

Description: Short red and black hair, lean and strong. Her eyes either black or red. Wears a red tunic with her crest on it, black breeches and a dark blue cloak.

Short Background: The daughter of The Witch King of Angmar and a Silvan Elf, currently resides at Angmar.



Dark stopped, captivated by the man walking out of a room. He had a curious look to him, as if he was twisted by the shadows she so dearly cared for. She made a low growling noise in her throat, for the man also seemed like a threat. She averted her eyes and pretended to be tying up her boot lace.

Lenne watched the whole scene before her. Two vampires, biting each other on the neck? That was a bit strange to her. And she was getting scared. She didn't like seeing people get hurt. She just stayed in a corner of the room, watching with fear in her eyes.

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Siggy set made by the amazing Lembas!

Rhan looked disgusted. She gave Dorian a sharp shove trying again to get lose. She looked sick.

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It was a fleeting moment that Kael took to glance back, seeing the inevitable eyes watching his departure from the room.
Sapphire orbs fixed upon Dark from beneath shadowed lashes. Two fingers raised to his lips before he kissed his alabaster fingertips, blowing his kiss to the glowering audience.
It was with that and a little laugh that he slipped into another of the rooms, awaiting the emminent following.

Ah, life was such an amusing game..

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

Dorian lay back on the bed, his dark eyes wide and amazed. Glancing at Rhavaniel, he murmered softly
"Why are you still here?... Enjoy watching me suffer?"

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

"More than you think, though it makes me sick." Rhan hissed like an angry cat

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