Post by Victoria R. Azzurro on Dec 13, 2009 11:19:29 GMT -5
Sat upon the center of a long, aged and wooden table, a young vampire tapped her fingers against the hard surface - staring off towards a window. The floor-length dusty curtains were moth-bitten, drawn closed with only the smallest of gaps allowing a single ray of dim light to flitter onto a seating placement before her. Her painted nails scraped the edge of the plate, creating an irritating yet strangely soothing squeak.
Humming quietly, Victoria uttered a small giggle of unexplained amusement as her eyes dropped from the opening of light. Her eyes circled with crimson, their natural hazel hue dimming with the obsessive colouring that was vastly taking up the rest of her irises. Of course it was only time before her feeding habits (or lack of) would slowly drive her insane. She needed to drink. Her throat scathed and burned at the mere thought of so much blood. What had it been that Romulus had said? To set sail on a sea of blood?
That would be....
Uttering a low growl, the platinum-haired vampire rose to her feet - stepping over the cutlery and daintly treading over the rest of the decorations. She smiled, slowly, her throughts solely drifting to a little place where she could swim in all that excess. Silently spinning on her toes, Vix sprung lightly down from the table and slipped up to the window with an eyebrow raised.
It would be getting dark soon. Why shouldn't she go out hunting? That's what they would want her to do. She toyed with the curtain as she thought. Lucre wanted her to feed. So did the others. It didn't matter if she didn't want to, they would only force it more upon her.
Besides, Raine had never really cared about who saw her or what time of day it was, sadly.
Running her tongue over the tips of her fangs, the parasite clutched her hands to either side of her head. She still had that little bit of self-restraint, left. As long as she wasn't presented with anything that might push her overboard. She felt herself changing, hallucinating if that were even possible for a vampire in a way that it began to overwhelm her sense in almost every possible way.
Humming quietly, Victoria uttered a small giggle of unexplained amusement as her eyes dropped from the opening of light. Her eyes circled with crimson, their natural hazel hue dimming with the obsessive colouring that was vastly taking up the rest of her irises. Of course it was only time before her feeding habits (or lack of) would slowly drive her insane. She needed to drink. Her throat scathed and burned at the mere thought of so much blood. What had it been that Romulus had said? To set sail on a sea of blood?
That would be....
Uttering a low growl, the platinum-haired vampire rose to her feet - stepping over the cutlery and daintly treading over the rest of the decorations. She smiled, slowly, her throughts solely drifting to a little place where she could swim in all that excess. Silently spinning on her toes, Vix sprung lightly down from the table and slipped up to the window with an eyebrow raised.
It would be getting dark soon. Why shouldn't she go out hunting? That's what they would want her to do. She toyed with the curtain as she thought. Lucre wanted her to feed. So did the others. It didn't matter if she didn't want to, they would only force it more upon her.
Besides, Raine had never really cared about who saw her or what time of day it was, sadly.
Running her tongue over the tips of her fangs, the parasite clutched her hands to either side of her head. She still had that little bit of self-restraint, left. As long as she wasn't presented with anything that might push her overboard. She felt herself changing, hallucinating if that were even possible for a vampire in a way that it began to overwhelm her sense in almost every possible way.