Post by Ellesa on Nov 23, 2010 16:08:05 GMT -5
ooc: First post to Morgan Pendragon.
Ellesa found it early yet, but today she felt restless. The former Slytherin gathered her skirts around her and slipped off the stool, tossing scarcely a glance at the bar tender. She hadn't felt the need or the whim to order a drink, had merely used the place for a spot of company. Now she slipped out in to the street, careful to keep her hood up. Before she drifted further down the street her eyes found a poster tacked to the wall.
Have You Seen Me?
There were only a handful left with her own name and face upon them. This one pictured young Mildread, Romulus's newest daughter - Ellesa's now blood sister. Fangs pressed into her lower lip for a moment, then retracted just as quickly. Her eyes flickered, and a hand with pale, slender fingers tore the flyer from the wall. Likely her sire already knew of this, but it wouldn't hurt to have it handy, if she had to get herself out of a tight place.
The hood she wore shadowed her face, auburn hair pulled all to one side. Still, Ellesa took no chances, hugging the walls or walking down the center of the street to avoid the street lamps. She made little sound as she moved, keeping her eyes on the ground. Not yet late enough ... there was always later hours for the more ... required bits of her new life.
She wanted to hate him, yet part of her had to wonder. How badly was she being missed? There had been the flyers, even a request from her family. Ellesa hadn't dared to go home, they would immediately know something was off, and then when she died come dawn, well. It would be much too obvious there was something drastically wrong with Ellesa Pierce.
When the vampire looked up next she found herself walking among the neighborhood district, where so many citizens of Drakborough resided. An break-in would draw attention, but if Ellesa got lucky, there might be someone dawdling outside on the lawn. She paused, turning her gaze up to the windows of the houses, lit by candle or lamps. She found it funny that wizards hadn't quite found a way to imitate electricity with their magic – all candles and the like.
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Ellesa found it early yet, but today she felt restless. The former Slytherin gathered her skirts around her and slipped off the stool, tossing scarcely a glance at the bar tender. She hadn't felt the need or the whim to order a drink, had merely used the place for a spot of company. Now she slipped out in to the street, careful to keep her hood up. Before she drifted further down the street her eyes found a poster tacked to the wall.
Have You Seen Me?
There were only a handful left with her own name and face upon them. This one pictured young Mildread, Romulus's newest daughter - Ellesa's now blood sister. Fangs pressed into her lower lip for a moment, then retracted just as quickly. Her eyes flickered, and a hand with pale, slender fingers tore the flyer from the wall. Likely her sire already knew of this, but it wouldn't hurt to have it handy, if she had to get herself out of a tight place.
The hood she wore shadowed her face, auburn hair pulled all to one side. Still, Ellesa took no chances, hugging the walls or walking down the center of the street to avoid the street lamps. She made little sound as she moved, keeping her eyes on the ground. Not yet late enough ... there was always later hours for the more ... required bits of her new life.
She wanted to hate him, yet part of her had to wonder. How badly was she being missed? There had been the flyers, even a request from her family. Ellesa hadn't dared to go home, they would immediately know something was off, and then when she died come dawn, well. It would be much too obvious there was something drastically wrong with Ellesa Pierce.
When the vampire looked up next she found herself walking among the neighborhood district, where so many citizens of Drakborough resided. An break-in would draw attention, but if Ellesa got lucky, there might be someone dawdling outside on the lawn. She paused, turning her gaze up to the windows of the houses, lit by candle or lamps. She found it funny that wizards hadn't quite found a way to imitate electricity with their magic – all candles and the like.
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