#dorein

Dorein Neopets Lookup There was a time where order and respect were given without asking. People knew their place and life was prosperous for many; at least, those that mattered anyways. The country had its rough points and blame was quick to fall, unjustly, might he add, squarely on his shoulders. And although that life offered him the cream of the crop - it was, in truth, a burden. The streets, the shadows, the alleys and beyond the gates: now those places were forbidden. Princes, such as himself, were not allowed to socialize with anyone but the elites, especially not the vagrants and rascals that called those places home. But those places too often called him and Dorian felt no guilt answering them. They freed him of that burdensome life - until, he was free of that life for good. Now, all he wanted was to have it all back. Dorian now found himself wading through the darkest parts of the catacombs, where filth-covered rats called home. Although his stomach churned with each winding turn of the crypts, he had a mission: he must find the princess. Another turn led him to a dead end while another wound through to the beginning. Perhaps he should turn back but... Hands grabbed him from behind and the cool feeling of steel was lingering against his throat. “Ey. Lookin' fa somethin'?” Dorian overpowered the attacker and turned to gaze into their face: a snaggle-toothed cave dweller with a dirty face stared back at him. Its nose looked crooked and ears looked filthy but the eyes...Dorian couldn't believe it. He pulled the man's face closer as he hissed in protest. He knew those eyes. "Princess Celia."