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Founder of Fantasy World
Fantasy World's Goddess
and Devoted Guardian
of FW High Council
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Calling the Families
by Darkfire3
The lips pressed gently against the fair skin, kissing with the final embrace of life’s joys. Strength was drained from the body as the immortal being extracted his teeth from the flesh of the young, once vivacious, woman that leaned upon him. With the smallest of puckers, he withdrew his mouth completely, leaving a small trace of on her skin, though it lasted for only a second, before the long, thin tongue darted forward to remove the last of the life-liquid from the prey’s neck.
Dalorean straightened himself, raising a long, flowing sleeve to wipe his mouth upon, removing the final traces of . He dropped the body of the woman, turning and walking away from the victim. The moonlight flooded the garden fountain of the McFarley estate, the eldest daughter lying upon the newly trimmed grass. Dalorean smiled pleasantly, basking in the cool comfort of the moon’s wake. Silver rays shone down upon his black hair, cropped to a comfortably long style, blowing gently around his face in the nighttime breeze. Deep, chestnut eyes peered out from the chalky palor of the flesh, adding the final, sensuous touch the handsome owner. The black suit the Vampire wore fit him well, leading easily to the misguiding lean figure of the Duke. White cuffs seemed to sprout from the sleeves of his jacket, as they did from the opening in the chest. He wore a pair of near knee-high boots, adding both to his already extended height, and the appearance of nobility he wore like a jacket. His rapier rested lightly against his hip, hanging down long and far, seeming to emanate a dark resilience about it.
As Dalorean stepped toward the fence, that made from simple cast iron, a small growl placed itself in his ear, and causing his eye to turn. He soon looked upon what would seem to be a rather vicious guard dog, snarling uncomfortably.
“Good evening,” Dalorean stated, his demeanor calm and diminutive. As the dog continued toward him, he continued to speak to it, as if it could understand him. “Well, you seem a bit displeased by my entrance, do you not? That is understood. I can believe that your owner’s would have taught you to attack anyone that may enter onto this estate, correct?”
And perhaps the dog understood more than one would believe, for at this point, its incessant gutturalizations grew slightly stronger, emphasizing its place. “Aye, well, I’d say so. But dog, oh good, faithful beast, willing to serve his master’s whim, what is it that they truly own, to call this land theirs, and stop me from entering upon it. Could it be that this land, that which they so, heartlessly,” the smile drifted from Dalorean’s face, replaced by a mock frown, “took this land from me great-, great-, grandfather? Is it now, since they have owned stolen property for more than two centuries, is it –now- that they choose to call it their own? I should think not, for even one of such a small beast like you should be able to understand this in its true value…yes?”
Again the Dog growled, now coming ever closer to the Vampire. “Oh come now, simple animal, I would not wish to have to hurt you! But see animal, what if everything that these people knew, or at least, -thought- they knew, was completely and utterly wrong? What if I was to tell you, and only you, oh small and unparticular creature of servitude, that these people, these pawns,” his voice seemed to spit out the words, carrying a rather determined and despicable undertone, “were so insignificant, that the only reason they had been allowed to live, was because no one had yet noticed them? What if I were to tell you that these simple followers exist in nothing but a single grain of sand, so tiny and obscure, that at any moment they could be kicked into the immaterium? Would you think anything of that m’boy? No. Of course not. You wouldn’t even understand.”
It was at that precise moment that the bull-terrier, for that was what it was, decided to leap at Dalorean’s throat, as if to tear it from his body. However, with a movement that could barely be seen to the eye, a blade was drawn from the Vampire’s hip, whipping through the air to separate brain from brawn, in that insufferable beast. And as the two pieces of the severed dog stopped rolling on the ground, Dalorean finished his thought, crouching over the bleeding terrier.
“Aye, I guess you’re right. In the end, we all seem to just try and whip out one another’s throat. That’s what this whole war is about anyway. Though, this time, there will be some interference. The Bar`Nave Family has gone quiet for too long. Well, I must be off to inform the rest of the Family, little doggie. Goodnight…Enjoy hell,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. He spat in disgust, his lithe form carrying him regally into the enveloping darkness of the night.
~ Devoted Guardian 
"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet
when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
Locked beneath these silvery depths of eternity,
into the maze I beckon you... dream with me.
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