Recent content by Orla

"Very observant, but that doesn't change the current reality of this situation, kill me and get that reward of a few guineas but you won't be getting it easily." She shrugged nonchalantly, but she was scared there was no denying that but she didn't need him to know. Orla slowly pulled her...

"A drink and a corner to reflect on my state i suppose, maybe write a poem about the state of this world." Orla sarcastically remarked, putting her feet up on the table while she played with a few rusted coins while musing on what drink she'd buy next. Lager tasted like sewage around these...

"I'm-." Orla stopped momentarily, eyes shifting to the back of the alley and back at the threat again. Sighing to herself, she took another step back and afforded the man a sly unsure smile. Revealing fangs as sharp as knives, bloodied and marred from feeding on the drunk patron not long...

Inquisitive one. "Let's not fool ourselves here, I think you know the real situation here, and I think it best we don't take things further downwards, for both our lives sake." She offered the man a bloodied uncertain smile while taking another sly step back, Orla could see as well as...

"No. It isn't, I assume you're acquainted, however." Her reply was abrupt and to the point, she didn't expect company nor did she really wish for it.On the other hand, she'd been starved of conversation the past few weeks on the run so it wouldn't of hurt to talk. She looked up at the...

Something in her demeanour changed instinctively, and she stood upright directly facing the stranger. A pale hand lightly touching on the grip of her blade, which was looking to be very likely needed sooner or later. He wasn't a fool, but she wasn't a coward either, she'd incapacitated bigger...

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Once upon a time, she might've avoided these places like the plague it was. A backdoor where not even the bravest of the underworld and its denizens dwelled. Vampires were few but dangerous, and most crime bosses preferred to deal with them based on mutual interest and ambition. An unspoken rule...

Orla slowly and instinctively crept off the now still corpse, eyes fixated on the threat before her. Whatever or whoever he was, he wasn't stupid. At least she hoped he was, and she didn't need to be chanced upon again and have another half-wit do gooder bringing down half the town on her head...

He may have been many things, a father, a son, an honest man and even a hard toiler. But she had to feed, and she didn't pick with a clear bias or inherent sadism. She had to survive; she had to feed. It was her or them, either her living to another pathetic day or spending her last few moments...

"Hello?" A muffled voice. She heard it. Barely, but it was there. Memories. A friend. Joy. No. There was...nothing. Everything is midnight dark. Everything is blank. And everything is so...weak. Lack of strength, not even enough to open eyes. Warmth cuts deep into oddly cold skin. The feeling...