( Oh my, that's even better ♥ I hope this is okay, for a gen. starter and we can go from here to wherever you'd like? *winku* )
Any vampire serving directly under a Prince - a ruler - would know better than to move about on their own. Normally, and despite her damaged reasoning, so would Loretta. Especially so when her numbers seemed to be growning smaller by the months, as if an invisible force had decided to prey on them.
In her mind's eye - a polite way to put an elder's feverish delusions - one such force took on a blur of a shape, coated in gold and autumn tones; a voice whispered in the back of her mind, but she dared not repeat its words out loud: those she served would go on a hunt, but the outcome wouldn't be favourable. Negotiating with them was not an option - and so instead, if intuition could be accounted for, she followed it to the source though not as predator seeking prey; rather, as a mouse headed for a trap.
(Even rodents stood a better chance here.)
The streets were empty at this late hour, or at least the left turn she'd taken to the small park wherein two of her own had recently been turned to ash; she felt for them despite their blood's weakness, but if her machinations were in any way accurate, the perpetrator wouldn't be done.
"Come out, come out," she whispered softly, more a request than a taunt, her hand resting on the metal gate to the mini playground to the side. Her eyes scanned the area for any movement, any indicator that she ought to dodge or be on an immediate defense. "Man of shadows, I want to see you now."
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Any vampire serving directly under a Prince - a ruler - would know better than to move about on their own. Normally, and despite her damaged reasoning, so would Loretta. Especially so when her numbers seemed to be growning smaller by the months, as if an invisible force had decided to prey on them.
In her mind's eye - a polite way to put an elder's feverish delusions - one such force took on a blur of a shape, coated in gold and autumn tones; a voice whispered in the back of her mind, but she dared not repeat its words out loud: those she served would go on a hunt, but the outcome wouldn't be favourable. Negotiating with them was not an option - and so instead, if intuition could be accounted for, she followed it to the source though not as predator seeking prey; rather, as a mouse headed for a trap.
(Even rodents stood a better chance here.)
The streets were empty at this late hour, or at least the left turn she'd taken to the small park wherein two of her own had recently been turned to ash; she felt for them despite their blood's weakness, but if her machinations were in any way accurate, the perpetrator wouldn't be done.
"Come out, come out," she whispered softly, more a request than a taunt, her hand resting on the metal gate to the mini playground to the side. Her eyes scanned the area for any movement, any indicator that she ought to dodge or be on an immediate defense. "Man of shadows, I want to see you now."