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[center][h1][sub][i][color=#B7B7B7]Dorian Underwood[/color][/i][/sub][/h1]
—   [b]۵[/b]    [b]۞[/b]    [b]۵[/b]   —

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[b]Location:[/b] Outside The Big House; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b]Erin Chase, Adeline Vos([@Vicier]), Kyrin Nahng([@Rodiak]), Greyson Davies([@Moro]), Spencer McNight([@Zenritch])[/sup][/center]
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Dorian managed to stand firmly when Erin ran into him. Now wasn't the time for him to be weak. Physically or emotionally. He needed to be Erin's rock with plushed edges. Their lives were one big circus, but they were each other's net. No matter the chaos, no matter the danger as long as they had each other they knew they were safe. When their eyes met he could see the glimmer in her brown eyes from the tears that were preparing for an encore performance. She had been crying. Just what exactly did she experience during her prophecy telling? His eyes drifted up to the attic and back down to Erin.

He started to lift his hands to hug her when he heard a voice he didn't recognize. His hands dropped back down to his side before he saw... a complete stranger. Well, no apparently not complete. He knew Erin and she knew him. He heard her call him Spence. He must have been a new camper that arrived during the school year. He didn't know why, but there was something about him that he didn't like and it wasn't just his terrible stench. He smelled like he had spent a century bathing in a Tartarus swamp. Was he another child of the Underworld? He didn't scream son of Hades. Maybe one of the other under-deities were his parent, but he thought only his father and Hades left the realm to "date".

Another voice interjected. This one belonging to someone he at least knew, but wasn't close to. It was Kyrin, a son of Aphrodite. Had he been there the whole time? Dorian stepped back once Erin flinched and shirked away from them. It was getting crowded and it seemed like the party had a couple of more guests. He turned to see Adeline and Greyson. This wasn't good. Erin already didn't like being around people and as much as they cared for her, himself included, they were only going to make things worse. Her anxiety wouldn't be able to handle the pile on of everything and everyone at once.

[color=#918ABB]"..I'm done... I want no part in any of this... when time is up; Ares knows where he can find me. I'm not going anywhere..."[/color]

Dorian heard Erin's words, but refused to accept them. He understood why she didn't want to leave. It was the same reason she hadn't left all this time. Camp was safe and inside this barrier nothing, not even her past could hurt her. But he wouldn't accept that Erin would just give up and endure a preventable death at the hands of Ares. Even if she was willing to accept it there was no way he or her father would. He sighed before jogging after her, but before getting too far ahead he turned to the group and gave them a look and in case they couldn't translate it he whispered, [color=#B7B7B7]"Give her some space for a bit."[/color] He'd understand if they didn't listen to him, but he hoped they would for her sake.

[color=#B7B7B7]"Erin, wait up!"[/color]