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Vlad Țepeș | Prince Vlad Dracula ([personal profile] damngod) wrote in [community profile] dear_mun2013-10-08 03:57 pm

finishing up his app

You talk about me and yet ignore me for months, you put me at the bottom of the pile for over a year, and now here you are again. You've come back, just as I knew you would. I am not one to be ignored for very long. I will always be returned to, in the end.

[yeah yeah you're just that good and no one forgets you because you drink all their friends, we know, we know]

Now, as for this...application. You have time, certainly, but you should endeavor to finish it as soon as possible. That it is still not completed is very sad to me. Very sad indeed. A push in the right direction is all you need. Keep going. You know I can wait, but I would rather not. It has been too long. My time at the forefront is now.

...no matter that it is a place composed of a turtle's back.
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[personal profile] neverwasavampire 2013-10-08 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
So.... Yet another filthy leech of the Undead who has the audacity to USE my name.
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[personal profile] neverwasavampire 2013-10-08 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[The REAL Vlad Tepes Dracula is getting sick and tried of all the bullshit that you, Bram Stoker and all these other alternative universe counterparts of his have put his name through.]

God as my witness and yes, I never turned my back on him. You are not Vlad Dracula, Voivode of Wallachia, son of Vlad Dracul of the Order of the Dragon, of the House of Drăculești. I deny it with all my heart and soul.
Edited 2013-10-08 23:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] neverwasavampire 2013-10-08 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh so you want to play things THAT way. Well then, this Vlad knows exactly what you're sore spot is.]

Prove myself? To the likes of you, a weakling who would abandon his people and homeland to an enemy that if he were truly Dracula would have hated more than the Devil himself all over the mere loss of a wife? How little you know you're supposed self.