Dorian started slightly, his body automatically jumping to attention at the sound of Kael’s voice.
“I’m coming, Kael…” his voice was strained, seemingly too high.
He glanced quickly at Lenne and Rhan, his large eyes afraid. Then, his face tense and afraid, he looked back at Kael and nodded slightly, terror showing in every movement he made.
“Navaer, Lenne… Navaer, Rhan.” He raised a hand in farewell, looking awkward for a moment, then, with a forced smile, he turned and walked out of the room with Kael.

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"Namarié for the presesnt, Dorian, but none the less farewell..." She raised her own hand and in a storm of fire, seemed to disentergrate. All that was left was a black feather that wafted over to him and the smell of dew in the morning.
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"Where were you!" barked her master as she appeared inside the pentagon as a pillar of fire that gradualy assumed her elf form.
"Here and there." she replied silkily.
"I demand you to-!"
"I was where sent me! Where else you idiot?" she mocked him with an raised eyebrow and a smirk.
"Did you kill him?!"-
"No, there were...complications. Kael was there."
"Who?"
"Kael."
"I demand you-"
"Kaelakuna the vampire. I assumed from Lord Niikusana. There was no way I was going to risk my neck for that confrontation..."
The elf tossed her hair preetily and pouted. The man in the second pentagon fumed silently, trying to formulate a command.

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Lenne watched as Dorian left the room. All of the happiness she just had of her brother arriving left through the door with Dorian. She sighed deeply and smiled weakly for him. "Farewell, Dorian..."

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Dorian walked down the long hallway, a feeling of impending doom resting heavily upon his trembling shoulders.
He dared not look at Kael, dared not to look into those clear blue eyes that saw through to his soul... Saw his fears, his secrets, his lusts.
He hated to look back over his shoulder, not wanting to see Rhan and Lenne in fear their faces would make him stay.

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Lenne sighed sadly and slowly walked out of the room. She walked down to greet her brother, but only met him in tears.

Marth was scared for his sister. He had no idea why she was crying so openly like this. He rubbed her back, comfortingly and sighed. "Lenne, what is the matter?"

Lenne looked up to Marth, with tears pouring down her cheeks. "He's gone! Dorian is gone!" She yelled and cried into Marth's chest.

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(bump)

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(Man... I miss this rpg.)

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((I'll ditto that..))

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After an hour of crying, Marth took his sister up into a room to sort things out and calm her down. He was now watching her sleep, in a dark corner of the room. He had come to tell her of bad news, but now that she was already going through something, he didn't bother mentioned the reason whence he came. He sighed and looked down to the ground, with his arms folded.

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((*evil laugh* I shall return! *brandishes sword heroically* He shall be back! *falls off horse**mutters and slinks away*))

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((*shouts* Come back! *echoes depressivly*))

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((Yesh, please come back! I miss you, Seral! Even though I talk to you everyday. Heehee.))

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((lol yeah!))

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((^_^))

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(( Aw, we'll eventually get back! ^_^'' -pokes Seral for not posting in the other boards- ))

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(( And it lives! *falls from chair* ))

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