[The observation doesn't exactly get D to lift his head completely, but what can be seen of his eyes are now scouring the others--Vulphytes, guildmates, and the howling chorus that begins some ways off.
He doesn't know the words, but he can feel the song reverberate in his chest.] Yes. [A lot older than most vampiric standards elsewhere. His face seems so young, unscarred and beautiful, freshly rising from an older teen into the twenties.
But his eyes are ancient, well-read and well-seen. They don't hunger for power, yet seem to house a great deal of it within.] The year was 12,090 A.D.
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He doesn't know the words, but he can feel the song reverberate in his chest.] Yes. [A lot older than most vampiric standards elsewhere. His face seems so young, unscarred and beautiful, freshly rising from an older teen into the twenties.
But his eyes are ancient, well-read and well-seen. They don't hunger for power, yet seem to house a great deal of it within.] The year was 12,090 A.D.
My name is D.