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Day 3 oct. 15th Epic Narrative Count Dracula
He swoops in on bat wings or the swoosh of a cape to glare you into a trance or drool at your nape. He cares not for your troubles, your regret, or pain. He deigns not to notice but himself, he's so vain. Super human, superior, immortal too. People are fodder nothing more in his bleak view. Count Dracula thrives on fear and stark submission. Slaking his blood lust his only true ambition. Upon mirrored glass he leaves no raw reflection, no shadow for the immortal, no detection. A vampire creature he awes and he dazes. More of his ilk he spawns, the undead he raises.
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