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Open Question: Please read this and tell me what you think. My best friend wrote this. Comment, PLEASE!!?
I I opened the enormous oak doors out into the cathedral crammed with people hollering for the final member of the royal family to appear. How odd, I always thought to myself, I don’t think we are that great. I studied the room: how the carpets were all different colors than the last time I was here; how far away the windows were that they were nearly pointless; how all of the pillars and flags were all in different positions than before. But I knew I had more things to focus on than the decorations and crowd. One was keeping my expression from exerting complete boredom. Another was making sure I didn’t let my instincts get the better of me. I had to keep my self control. If the humans knew…my father would truly hate me for ruining all that he had worked centuries for. Sebastian, my personal assistant, led the way to the gold and velvet thrones on the stage at the end of the long, and actually very unnecessary, aisle. He silently asked me Are you alright by pulling me an infinitesimal amount closer to him. I nonchalantly nodded once to answer him. No one but us, and perhaps the rest of my kind in the cathedral, would notice. Why, oh why did we have to go through this idiocy yet again? Every three months my “father“, “mother,” our guards, and myself- most commonly known as King, Queen, Knights, and Princess- had to come here by order of the whiny peasants to discuss everything or nothing that was changing that could affect them in any possible way. Mainly my “father” droned on and on and on until those irritable commoners became so uninterested that they didn’t even object to anything he said. He hoped that they would learn the error of their ways and just stop this whole charade that was technically supposed to be a “city council meeting.” Sebastian walked me to my throne, kissed the back of my hand with ever so delicate lips, took a step to the side and faced the assembly. I took my seat and as a late member of the mass came through those huge wooden double doors, the sweetest fragrance blew in my direction and my instincts took over. I guess it could be described as a state of unconsciousness. You don’t realize what you have done until afterwards; and most of the time…its too late. But the guards were faster, trained for this sort of thing; they noticed the signs of when a vampire’s control was slipping. My personal guard, Adam, had my arms immovable behind my back in an instant and into an empty hallway before I even had a chance to protest. He was behind me, and his mouth was at my ear chanting frantically, “Calm down. Calm down!” Although I knew I didn’t have the smallest bit of chance at defeating Adam in a fight, I still tried to wrestle my way free. Then, as the scent slowly burned away in my nose and my throat and ceased to cloud my mind, I began coming back to reality, aware of what was happening, where I was, and who was behind me. That scent, it was just so fresh and delicious, I couldn’t resist against my better judgment. We had been living off of the poor, poor peasant blood for much too long now; it was so foul, dull, filthy, and just plain grimy that it was practically tasteless. And so, of course, we had to have the biggest crowd we had had in over three years today. My natural intuition told me that with so many humans in that limited space, it was prey for the taking. Adam interrupted my evaluation of the situation then. “Are you going to go berserk again?” he whispered in my ear jokingly and let go of my wrists. I stared into his beautiful eyes; the most unique shade of a deep blue that I had ever seen. His shiny chocolate brown hair covered up his eyebrows and hovered right over his blue eyes and would eventually mask those too if such a thing like hair growth were possible. I poked the one solitary freckle he had on his left cheek and said “I sure hope not. I probably made a complete fool of my self out there, didn’t I?” I blushed and looked down. Adam kissed my cheek, but there was nothing romantic about it. It was just something he did. Sure, when I first met him I had romantic feelings for him. But what girl wouldn’t? He was unbelievably gorgeous! But, when he didn’t return those feelings, I gracefully got on with my life. Now, we just love each other like best friends, like family. His job around here was to protect me anyway, so we had quite a lot of time to chat and whatnot. “Well…,” he began, “the humans only noticed that suddenly you had vanished. Your mother is worried about you. Your father disguised your disappearance as stomach pains,” Adam chuckled. The way he knew how my mother was feeling was a little extra talent of his. He could “hear” someone else’s thoughts, but only the ones he or she wanted him to hear, or a thought that the person would have actually said or acted upon. Sometimes it aggravated him that his gift was so limited, and that made us laugh, which made him even angrier. But I didn’t feel like laughing right now.
Open Question: World of Warcraft: Best class for Orc?
I think the best is Hunter. I could be wrong. I only think it should be Hunter because.. -Skill with axes increased by 5 (Hunters use axes) -Pet damage increased (Hunters use pets) -Berserk which increases melee (Which Hunters use) -No Stun Effects happen (Helps every class) I want to know what you guys think