:::is it days or merely hours before you find yourself back in the study once more?? No way of telling, and yet your host is there, eyes glittering, absently licking a fang:::
Mmm...I see you're brave enough to continue...good. :::dark smile::: And now that I've had a chance to grab a bite..I too shall continue.. ::;soft dark chuckle:::
Since those early days, much has happened...and I am not what I had been then...I am more. Arrogant you think..? Perhaps so...certainly most would say so... but I do not see it as such..merely very aware of what I am..and what I can do.
Dragon...yes, without a doubt I am that...::;slight chuckle::: Vampire... Oh yeeessss Sweet...that too I am most assuredly. The night is a sweet dark hunting ground for me..and I love it dearly..for all manner of fears that flee the light of day come out in the deep shadows of the night... fears which I find delightful.. Perhaps this more than anything I should be grateful to my Sire for giving me.. though at the time of my siring..I had no way of knowing how I would come to love the night's sweet embrace.
Some have assumed ..incorrectly.. that I am like many others that roam these realms. I am not. Nor was my creation typical...but to go into the exact details of that..here and now... would be a lengthy thing..and one that I think would be better left for some other time.
:::appears by the side of your chair, his deep copper hair seeming to almost glow, and his eyes holding a feral gleam as they regard you:::
Those questions are easy.. These Caverns..I inherited...sort of... as they have been in my family for many years..and until I became as I am now...had been abandoned.. upon coming of age, so to speak, I found them again..and made them mine...for one can not live with one's parent forever, now can one? All that you see here was either here to begin with..or I acquired through various sources..like over dinner. ::;dark wicked chuckle::: Thus negating the true need to actually "work"..as I seem to be slightly independently wealthy..which is a good thing.
:::gliding to a nearby chair, he sits with a feral grace, producing an emerald wine glass and taking a slow, sensuous sip:::
:::sets the glass on a small table, and stands:::