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	His throat was hot and his stomach was experiencing a subtle, noticeable tremor that appeared to have no end.  The thirst was calling.  Eventually Marrock would need to answer.  His eyelids shot open, revealing pupils that were unnaturally dilated, nearly enveloping the man's entire eyeball before quickly retracting, allowing the vibrant iris to shine through. Light. A friend and foe.  

	Grimacing, the young vampire looked down at his bonds before looking back up, fully taking in his situation.  A plethora of thoughts immediately began running through his mind, most of which centered around how he would free himself from this predicament.  A solution was slow to surface.  In the meantime, Marrock let his mouth translate what his brain was thinking:

	"[color=f7976a]If someone doesn't take these off soon, I swear on my name that I will paint these wall red.[/color]"  His words rode on a voice of gravel, a low rumble akin to a muted, savage growl.  As he bared back his lips, revealing his particularly unique teeth.