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Post by deviantdreamer on May 3, 2009 13:47:47 GMT -5
The renovations on his estate were finally finished. It'd taken a great deal of time, a signigicant amount of blood, and a great deal of money. But he'd been relentless and demanding; a right dictator that it be finished. Both inside and out. And now it was time to move.
Cold blue orbs slid across the apartment. He was keeping it, for a safe house. So most of the furniture and things would stay. Long pale fingers slid through his dark hair, as he watched impassionately as one of the estate's servants moved the few things that were going out the door and down to the awaiting van.
Soon enough, the car would arrive. And that meant he needed to gather his pets. "We're leaving...." He called through the apartment, deep voice filled with command that they come and now.
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