The male yawned lazily as he looked up at the ceiling. How many months, weeks, days, hours, minutes...He did not know. The vampire did not care to know. He was the Lord. The Giver, the Caretaker. Yes, he was the Lord of the Vampires! Duke Dumas~ Such a ring to it~<br />
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The male slumped in his throne that was layered with cushins to make him look taller than he was. About 5'11 in height, taller if one measured the horns that where attached to his forehead and added a few good inches to his height. His crimson eyes were soft yet harsh quick to pass judgement on humans that fought against him. That judgement? His meal.<br />
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The Duke yawned boredly resting his chin in his hand. What was there to do...? "Oh...What have we here?" He muttered seeing you walk towards him. "A being of some sort?" A flicker of interest came upon his face as he sat up straighter on his throne. "I dare say that you should leave me a comment. I simply adore visitors. It can get rather lonely when you govern all that you see."<br />
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"So child. What brings you here?"
