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"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. What brings a vamp like you back to a place like this, huh Drana?"
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sup bae
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. What brings a vamp like you back to a place like this, huh Drana?"
Push Play
This is What Rock n Roll Looks Like
Beast Within- In This Moment
Sigarda couldn't understand what the screaming woman was singing but as her body moved with Drana's it didn't matter.
"I like this new you Sigarda...You're much more fun like this." the leather-clad vampire said, mouth right next to Sigarda's ear.
The angel shivered in response to feeling her teeth on her ear.
Their bodies were pressed together, grinding in time with the music. As the pace of the music picked up so did their dancing. Sigarda could sense Drana's animalistic nature underneath her pretty face.
It was exciting, being that close to something that could rip your face off in seconds without thinking twice or flinching.
How ya doin, angelface?
Pretty good fang, how about you?
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Blood Bank- Bon Iver
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How to be a Heartbreaker
Journal of the Blood Baron, vol.7
Excerpt from the first page of five regarding the Bloodchief, Drana of Zendikar.
A vampire queen from another world. That seems like the plot of some pulp fiction novel written by some Dimir. My first meeting with the woman took place in an interplanear bar. We've had many such occasions following.
She's a teasing vixen, capable of getting what she wants, whether you know it or not. I'm quite taken with her.
Zebadiah was once again in his thrown from, although he wasn't seeing any guests. For once, though, a window was open, letting in the soothing, cool wind. The baron was thinking on the death of the Herald he'd seen only a few days before. He sighed, slumping down in his chair.