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Subject: .. Without Rejection ..

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Dorjan

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Date Posted: 13:48:59 10/23/06 Mon
In reply to: Phoenix 's message, "*Devil's Reject*" on 17:41:51 10/17/06 Tue

((Small is not a problem there. XP Trust me, that's not small at all.))

.. He chuckled at the mention of 'invasion' by his prey - ironic that he would point that out when his mere presence here was invasion. Of course, Dorjan was certain that he was enjoying both of these invasions far more than the mage was. His smile twisted further, cementing itself to a writhing mass of mischief in his black eyes. It was only spurred on by the small squeak.

The outburst wasn't entirely expected, though he had certainly seen how much the other's anger got away from him at times. The smile remained on the vampire's face, almost as if he hadn't heard the words or seen the anger that had appeared in the young man. In less than the span it took for a human heart to pulse, Dorjan had moved to try and shift his hands from the tree to the mage; right hand on the waist and the left on the shoulder as he leaned forward.

"Mine indeed," it was half-whispered as he stooped over the other. His clear intent being to use the mage for a small snack right about now. And afterwards, well, certainly there wouldn't be a positive light for the mage for an afterwards. ..

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