love o love o love, damned forever [AUDIO]

[burnforalltosee]

[It is quiet, at first, save for barely audible whimpering. As it progresses, however, the whimpering grows louder, and it can't be a dog. Couldn't be a hellhound, either. Of course not. But a dog doesn't really make noises that humble and terrified, does it?My ears have been aflame for days now. Burning sometime ago, but it has grown from tickling

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[inforapound]

[Balthazar's tone forms a flawless mask of amused disinterest. Heavy on the amused.]

Or it's a premonition of fire. One oughtn't come to a conclusion without investigating all possibilities.

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[burnforalltosee]

Mmm, no, I think not. I am well acquainted with fire to know the difference.

One is roaring in my pit right now.

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[inforapound]

There's more than one sort.

Who is it you have caged up there?

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[burnforalltosee]

[All this bantering gets so droll after a while. It seems that's all people try to do with Vlad.

Besides barge over his lawn, into his home, reek and stink and tell him all these terrible things about himself. Tiresome.]

A pet.

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[inforapound]

[It's what he gets for staking out hellhounds like plastic flamingos.]

Animals keeping animals. Adorable.

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[burnforalltosee]

[That was fine, but it was people here who added the real plastic flamingos.

And any other time, they would have done so themselves, they should have been thanking him...!]

What makes you think I would choose an animal for a pet?

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[inforapound]

Oh, I've no doubt you may well have abducted some poor soul to torture into servitude. Your lot is so terribly banal, after all.

But they're still animals. Merely ones that have learned a handful of interesting tricks.

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[burnforalltosee]

Good sir, whatever you may know of the myth of the Nosferatu is irrelevant, as none here are anything akin to me and mine.

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[inforapound]

Oh, please. All the vermin say that. It doesn't erase the fact that you were once a petty barbarian with delusions of standing, and are now even less.

[Audio] - uh oh

[burnforalltosee]

[Within him rises a boiling, frothing sort of lava, an oozing, throbbing flow of bile, spite, and anger moving up his useless digestive system as mercury would a thermometer. Tempting to burst out a mouth with lengthened canines and about to draw life from a prone, splayed, beautiful woman, yet distracted-taken by surprise-

The fire pit is indeed brewing. Now, it roars. It is as though flame is overtaking something vast and great.

The whimpering is less than pleasant. Whatever it is that carries sound from one device to another must surely be rattling.

The tablet is dropped.

Something hard hits something else hard
the fire roars
there is whimpering
and then, a strange, shriek of a howl

And all is quiet. Feed is not dead, but there is nothing there any longer.]