Zachariah el Morgan
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Darian slowly, carefully pushed Sariel's head back, in contrast to his normal style. He leaned down and whispered, "This will hurt. Excruciatingly. But, I still expect your silence." Without waiting for a response, he sharply bit into her neck, his eyes glowing a blood red. It took a considerable amount of Darian's control not to kill her there and then. Soon, he withdrew his fangs, his eyes returning to their respective colors. "There. My blood is reconstructing your arm. However, I have another matter to attend to, as it seems another of my kind has awokern. Do not leave this place. As it were, if you move, my blood will begin to take over your system, and you will slowly die a painful death. And, on the off-chance that you don't follow my directions, move, and then die, I might have to take out my rage on all your little mortal friends. You don't want that, now do you?" he asked, with a small, toothy grin. "Good. I shall be back." With a stroke of the "D" on her neck, and a rather impromptu kiss on the crown of her head, he was off, leaving the girl to sit, alone, able to feel and hear the very bones of her body cracking and realigning.
Reaching his destination, Darian stood in front of "Frank", although it was clear that the human was no longer in control. Charmingly, Darian responded. "Yes, it has been quite some time. I go by Darian now, in case you weren't aware. Ah, my apologies. It seems the years have not been kind to my memories. What did you call yourself?" He was talking regularly with "Frank", but Darian made sure to position himself directly between "Frank" and Sariel. His tone was friendly, but only shallowly so. Underneath, there was a promise of a battle if "Frank" transgressed his boundaries. 'I do hope he remembers that none, including himself, can hope to match me in battle.' Darian thought with an inward sight. He didn't particularly want to fight today; he rather wanted to return to Sariel's side.
Reaching his destination, Darian stood in front of "Frank", although it was clear that the human was no longer in control. Charmingly, Darian responded. "Yes, it has been quite some time. I go by Darian now, in case you weren't aware. Ah, my apologies. It seems the years have not been kind to my memories. What did you call yourself?" He was talking regularly with "Frank", but Darian made sure to position himself directly between "Frank" and Sariel. His tone was friendly, but only shallowly so. Underneath, there was a promise of a battle if "Frank" transgressed his boundaries. 'I do hope he remembers that none, including himself, can hope to match me in battle.' Darian thought with an inward sight. He didn't particularly want to fight today; he rather wanted to return to Sariel's side.
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