He can feel a change in the young one. His eyes follow the man's movement as he climbs closer and closer to him. The rain beating against his face obscures his vision only slightly, but he can tell the boy's movements are fueled by a different urge now. He smiles faintly at the whispered statement and relaxes a little. [i]'His blood lust is strong. I can almost feel it coming off of him'[/i] The ragged boy drops down in front of him, moving in close. His arms drop down to remove the need for distance between the two bodies, and as he catches the tell tale sound of one preparing for a bite he reaches up an pulls his cravat down a bit. The bite is harsh, animalistic, doing much more damage than is necessary. However Dorian does not react to the pain. Instead his hands come to settle about the young man's waits as he rides the waves of memories coming through the link.

[i]'They are so cloudy, shaded, far more than they should be. His sire never bonded with him whatsoever, and his life before changing seems all but forgotten. I. . . He arrived on a ship. The deck, I can feel it against his back, the motion of the waves pitching and tossing about'[/i] His eyes close as he tries to draw more, but there almost seem to be nothing left to take and after a few moments the young one pulls back. The feeling of his fangs slipping out of his flesh makes him close his eyes again briefly. [i]'It has been such a long time since I have allowed anyone to taste me. I have not sired since my younger days. I had forgotten the rush of it all'[/i] His eyes crack open to find the boy looking up at him. [i]'He is so handsome, somewhere under all that filth'[/i]

[b]“What happens now?”[/b]

The question sounds so simple, so innocent, but in the back of his mind Dorian sighs deeply. [i]'Now you become the center of my life until I can figure out who you are, and why you have come to be one of my kin'[/i] Keeping a firm hold with his right hand, the elder brings up his other to pull the boy gently away from his neck. His fingers slide over the wound and he holds back a exasperated sigh. [i]'This may very well scar. Vicious little thing'[/i] Slipping a finger under his cravat he pulls it up over the bite. As soon as he satisfied it's setting properly to hide the wound his hand comes down to rest on the young man's head. Using the rain water that has soaked in, along with the fresh stuff falling from above, he wipes away a bit of the filth that has gathered in the rich silken locks.

“Now, little one, we head out. There is much I still need to find out about you and your sire, and we can not do that here.” Slipping his hand down to wipe what little remains of his own blood from the boy's face he turns slightly to face the way he came from. The hand travels lower, slipping around his slender waist while releasing his right hand from it's hold on the boy's hip. He takes the boy in a gentle but firm grip with his left arm and hand and propels him to walk beside him. “I have a room in the village, and there we will get you cleaned up. No one will suspect you when I am done with you, and it will be safe for you as long as you listen to what I say.” The storm is lashing out in full force now and the two travelers can feel it more and more as they approach the road leading out of the forest. “I will teach you how to feed without raising suspicions, and of course, I will keep you fed.” Reaching across with his right hand he brushes some of the blond hair from his forehead so he can see his eyes better. Almost to himself he whispers, “Somewhere in there, under this mat, are the answers I seek. I just need to figure out how to extract them, for your both our benefits. . .”