User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-30014014-20170914031216

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''A boy approaches. Well, he is more of a young man than a boy, but considering his constant shaking, the shaking of hands bound together, by a thin lace of metal, his demeanor could be constituated more to a young boy riddled in fear at the prospect of being surrounded by old entities. Fear gripped at his heart, explaining his slow steps, each one under the weight of those watching. The thoughts that they may have concerning a mortal walking in their present aches his mind. Plagues it. And yet...''

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''...he can't help but continue to walk. Slowly making his way to the very edge of the room, where she awaits. Were they even aware of the type of subjects of which they opened the doors? ''

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''He stops right at the spot where one expecting to be grant an audience. Not because of his inherant knowledge of where to stand. No. Out of all the gazes he had to bear, his was the worst. His feet stop shaking, frozen by the man's constant glare. The boy's head fails to separate his eyes from the one sitting in the shade, theorying that a simple deviation might toil the knell over his head. Imperia's words pass to his ears, but fail to shatter his fearful gae directed at the man.''