Vladulous Dracula
What sort of wanton trollop shall I take you for? You come crying to me after shedding tears upon the shoulder of my Karres? Yet you dare to accuse me of turning a cold shoulder? And from whence shall I find such time as you deem fitting for expostulation? I've little time these days for nonsensical role play. Entertaining it may be, yet it is most time consuming. And time is something that my Lune can ill afford to waste. I have also not been permitted to surface more frequently than not of late. And do remember, Lune also bears the knowledge of my password and identity on gaia, as well she should. Do not you dare to presume to tell me what I shall and shall not do, what I should and should not be speaking. Do not you question my methods and my motives. My life does not revolve around the narrow scope of your existence, something that you would do considerably well to remember.
