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[h2]Location: The keep-Hyall[/h2]
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Inside what was known as the keep was a rather gothic yet cozy looking office. The fireplace containing a rather warm fire being the only source of light at the moment. As the flames cast the light it was seen on the black couch was a man outstretched with his arm covering his eyes. His skin was a golden tan but just light enough to have people questioning just what race he was. 
At a knock on the solid wood office door his arm moved revealing golden topaz colored eyes. A sigh as Dujae SaDiablo swung himself off the couch and opened the door, his eyes half lidded. [color=gold]”Butler? What is it?”[/color] The extremely tall muscular man in a button up shirt and trousers held up an envelope his salt and pepper hair betraying that while the man still looked young he was actually getting up in age even for long lived races. Dujae took the envelope and lightly read it before his eyes seemed to grow cold. He folded the letter and then winced.

A shooting pain going through him that seemed to have been paired with the letter before he seemed to snarl. Butler seemed used to this as he finally spoke. [b]”Ms. Beale is making something”[/b] The big man’s deep voice was almost soothing rather than intimidating. A child like happiness spread through Dujae as he lit up before making his way past Butler and to the kitchen. His prey there. An unattended bowl filled with cookie dough. Dujae gave a glance around and not seeing the rather intimidating burly woman of a cook that is Ms. Beale he started to stick his hand toward the bowl. [b][color=red]”I know you're not trying to steal a taste princeling”[/color][/b] His hand shot back quicker than someone who just burned themselves. A rather big eyed innocent face swept him and the cook shook her head before handing Dujae a cookie. [b][color=red]”Now out of my kitchen.”[/color][/b] Dujae took the cookie with glee and quickly left the kitchen before he got whapped with that spoon. 

Dujae nibbled on the cookie as he made his way past butler before he paused and backed up. [color=gold]”Butler would you tell Memphias that he has to look over things while i’m gone? He knows what to do by now.”[/color] Butler gave a nod as Dujae made his way out of the keep the cookie really the only thing keeping his mood up at the moment. He made his way through the wolves territory...luckily without them swarming him...and out the gate where he lightly hopped onto the black wind. 

The ride was fairly short given that this wind was never used by anyone else and got Dujae to his destination. Once on his feet he stood and then nearly doubled over in pain as the one who called upon him decided he needed a reason to move faster. [i]The bitch[/i] Another silent snarl before he straightened and walked through Hyall. Hyall itself did not outwardly fully seem like anything was as twisted as it was. The land was not nearly as lush or green as the other territories in any realms, but the location was full of people who did not seem to care. Small shops lined streets and people in lush clothing walked on the busy cobblestone. Though as Dujae walked, a small space seemed to form around him. No one wanted to get close to the queen’s pet. His walk was elegant and almost cat like as he moved his way around people and headed for a rather massive castle. A showy thing that seemed there just to show off for the person that occupied it. 

Dujae seemed to become more and more angry as he approached it and went inside. Who knew what absolutely disgusting thing waited for him...then again he did know, he just didn’t know what it would do with him today. His steps made no sound as he traversed the halls. The lights wavering as if his sheer anger made even the light twitch back in fear of touching him. Then he found [i]her[/i] sitting upon her fancy throne that he hated so much. As soon as he saw her he gave her a blank half lidded expression. [color=gold]”Heketah, you look positively old today. What do you require of me?”[/color] The woman merely scoffed at him. [color=magenta]”A bite as always Dujae. I have managed to go through another consort so I have a new one you need to teach.”[/color] Dujae’s expression hardened and before he could let out a response he found himself on the floor in a massive amount of pain. Heketah simply watched with an amused expression...she was enjoying this.  As Dujae struggled to his feet his eyes were a hardened topaz. With a stiff bow he walked off toward the chambers. A black lock appearing on the door once he was inside. Heketah gave a smirk. [color=magenta]”Good boy”[/color]

Several hours later Dujae exited the room somehow looking more angry than before. His walk less elegant and more still as he strode past the now empty throne and straight out the entrance. Before he reached it a sing song female voice reached him. [color=magenta]”I will need you later”[/color] A grumble escaped Dujae before he exited knowing exactly what she would want him for later and walked through town his intent to get a drink, preferably a strong one...maybe enough to make himself useless later...not that hes ever been able to, but it’s the thought that counts. Hell maybe he could even make it to the keep and just lock himself away for a few hours.