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Evren felt Aava fall off of him, and reflexively pounced protectively over her. [color=cc3300]”She has no part in this! I killed him, your quarrel is with me.”[/color] he crouched slightly, assuming a defensive position but keeping his friend covered. He raised his monstrous hackles and growled loudly, trying to mask the fear coursing through him fast as electricity. He didn’t want to be slain. For all his misery and melancholy, for all his confusion and disassociation he felt a deep pull to exist. He’d wandered half the world and felt more lost than ever until just a few decades ago; reuniting with Lucifer, creating a small place for himself in the world… it felt like being alive. He wasn’t ready to give that up. Evren took a small breath and continued to bark at the threatening man.
[color=cc3300]”I’m not like other biters, other vampires — my blood has unique power. I can take on any form, without consequence from the sun or moon. I know the human hunger for power and trickery.”[/color] Evren was washed by a new feeling; something old and bitter, a sharp disappointment in himself but he couldn’t place the source. [color=cc3300]”If you spare us, I can give you boundless power the likes of which haven’t been seen since the fall of the Byzantine.”[/color]