[ Davin pauses for a moment in the hallway, staring down, hands in fist.
"Just because all my instincts scream to survive doesn't mean I think this is better in any way. That's why I'd never make another. Vampire." he sneers at the word, and ahead, a ponderous metal door at the end is shoved open by another of those minotaurs. a sleek, dangerously beautiful drow woman emerges, dressed in a floor length purple dress with a plunging neckline, web-like black patterns up the side. she wears a tiny smile at the corner of her lips, but her eyes are all cruelty as they slip across each of them while she slinks past. dean's head turns almost involuntarily to watch her go, and davin slides against the wall, obviously eager not to let her touch him as she brushes by imperiously. ]
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"Just because all my instincts scream to survive doesn't mean I think this is better in any way. That's why I'd never make another. Vampire." he sneers at the word, and ahead, a ponderous metal door at the end is shoved open by another of those minotaurs. a sleek, dangerously beautiful drow woman emerges, dressed in a floor length purple dress with a plunging neckline, web-like black patterns up the side. she wears a tiny smile at the corner of her lips, but her eyes are all cruelty as they slip across each of them while she slinks past. dean's head turns almost involuntarily to watch her go, and davin slides against the wall, obviously eager not to let her touch him as she brushes by imperiously. ]