Ranger Princess
Tentacle God
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It was a cold, winter night in London. Clouds lay across the sky like a thick quilt to tuck in the moon and the stars. Only faint slivers of moonlight managed to slice through the clouds like little needles to illuminate the falling snow flakes on their slow descent to the city below. The snow fell slowly, fading in and out of slivers of light, until becoming illuminated once again by glowing torches and fires of London's humble and not so humble abodes, finally dusting or vaporizing upon the Earth.
Most but not all Londoners had fled to their homes, seeking the warm comfort of blankets, fires, friends, and lovers. A few adventurous souls still mingled the snowy streets and parks of London, however, enjoying or enduring the snow, depending on their mood.
One of these souls was Eliza Guiscard, though she felt neither hearty nor particularly adventurous. Some might even dispute that she had a soul at all. The wintry haired Lasombra sat on wooden bench within a London courtyard, one leg crossed over the other. Although she couldn't feel the cold, Eliza was dressed for the weather. She wore a heavy tan cloak, lined with white fur, black pants, and boots. It wouldn't do to stick out like a sore thumb.
Eliza watched a pair of pretty girls walk past her on the cobblestone path. They were alight with laughter and smiles, soaking in the soft snow flurries on their way across the courtyard. Eliza's kiwi eyes gleamed menacingly for a brief moment as she watched them go until she leaned back again with a dismissive flick of her hand.
Too much effort, or maybe just not interesting enough. Eliza would wait for more enticing, easy prey or for something else to pique her interest. The hunt was so much more exciting when she felt the desire build up within her.
Most but not all Londoners had fled to their homes, seeking the warm comfort of blankets, fires, friends, and lovers. A few adventurous souls still mingled the snowy streets and parks of London, however, enjoying or enduring the snow, depending on their mood.
One of these souls was Eliza Guiscard, though she felt neither hearty nor particularly adventurous. Some might even dispute that she had a soul at all. The wintry haired Lasombra sat on wooden bench within a London courtyard, one leg crossed over the other. Although she couldn't feel the cold, Eliza was dressed for the weather. She wore a heavy tan cloak, lined with white fur, black pants, and boots. It wouldn't do to stick out like a sore thumb.
Eliza watched a pair of pretty girls walk past her on the cobblestone path. They were alight with laughter and smiles, soaking in the soft snow flurries on their way across the courtyard. Eliza's kiwi eyes gleamed menacingly for a brief moment as she watched them go until she leaned back again with a dismissive flick of her hand.
Too much effort, or maybe just not interesting enough. Eliza would wait for more enticing, easy prey or for something else to pique her interest. The hunt was so much more exciting when she felt the desire build up within her.