He looks back at them both, before smirking at Dorian's words.
With a lowering of his head, he remarks finally.
"Ah, how little you know of me, sweet Dorian."

With that, he walks down the stairs casually, toward the outside streets. Night had fallen finally, and this part of the town was perfect for hunting in..

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"Going to hunt some innocent person, someone who has a life and a family, someone who is perhaps planning to propose? Someone who has only a couple years to live? Can't you guys find something a little less important to eat?"

((Wow is the only thing I can say to that- 4 pages^.^))
Rhavaniel nodded to Darks words and pushed hair out of her eyes with a strange smile on her elfin face.
((Dont know what else to put ...-_-"))

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He sighed deeply and touched his neckwounds. He was torn… A healer… Or he could feed. He looked after Kael, his eyes filed with longing, still.

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

Leyla watched the two vampires, peacefully leaning against the wall. She watched them, cocking her head with interest. At Kael's remark on Dorian needing to feed, Leyla spoke, after watching Dark ramble on.
"He is right," she said, "You need to feed. And don't say something silly about how you just can't do it. I manage fine."
She grinned, her red lips parting to show her white fangs.

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Dorian let a small moan escape his scarlet lips… Ah he didn’t want this, he covered his face with his long hands and murmured to the other Vampire
“I am not you… I cannot do it… At least…” he sank to the floor, his shoulders trembling.

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Rhavaniel looked disgusted again"Is there no another way to... well...Feed?"

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Leyla glided over to his side, kneeling beside him. She touched his shoulder gently. "It's alright," she whispered, smiling gently, her lips flickering into a sweet smile, "You could take blood from me, if you wish. You need to feed and I'm fine. I just fed. I'm Leyla."
She brushed back her blonde hair, showing Dorian her bareneck.
She looked at the girl.
"Not that I know of. Blood is the only thing that settles us."

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He glared at Rhavaniel “you are disgusted? What about me? I have to do it.” A shadow passed across his face. “there is no other way.”

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

"Are you sure? Not animal blood or...Magic?" she waved her hands causing a spark to jump free. Blushing she caught it between two long fingers- it disappeared instantly.

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“No… I want a healer… Now…” he got up and walked away. Someone send for a healer. I wont feed. I wont.”

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His eyes were cold as Dark spoke, although granted the question with a smile th her.
"I might be a vampire, darling...but I only kill those who deserve to die. That's the way my master taught, and that's the way I'll teach him.

Kael looked up at Rhavaniel cooly, "He needs human blood, he needs to feed unless he wants to die."

He turned his head, not hearing Dorian's words.
"And that is what he must do alone..."
With that, he turned, disappearing off into the night to hunt.

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"I would like to help, whatever the sitiuation." the elf persisted with a slight pout.

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(( Rha, you can send for a healer. ^^; I have a character to fill in while Kael's off hunting. ))

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"Easy," said Leyla, running after him, grabbing his shoulder, "You have to feed."
Leyla stepped in his way, her garnet eyes sparkling with a slight anger. "You need to feed. You can't escape it. Take my blood. I can ahndle the loss."

((I made this sig of Leyla))

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((kay^^))
After a long pout and an angry stare at Kael she shook her head and turned heel walking swiftly away from two steely blue.

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