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Niyaz

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Alarice smirked at the male's first comment and snickered with a light shrug.
Name's Alarice.
She responded, imitating his tone yet not mocking.

She was still being amused by the moron, she meant vampire, that had stomped off. She wasn't sure why they hadn't killed him off when they took him before the camarilla. She was pretty sure he definatedly was not functional. Even Malkavians seemed to have more sense into them, but of course, Malkavians were natural artists as well.

She tilted her head back so she could see the newcomer and grinned, slightly longer canines being visible, yet not too long for them to be considered fangs.
 
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The malkavian watched the other leave with a disdainful expression on his face. He made a soft gruntal noise of recognition to Alarice's statements and paced around the largey empty room, on thumb hooked into a back pocket and the other arm hanging free. His movements were almost preditory, somehow reminecent of a great feline. He was the same and yet distinctly different in manner then when he had arrived.

He glanced at the human male, arching an eyebrow at the clothing and perhaps mentally sizing him up. After a moment, he stated his name.

"Azriel."
 
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