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She remembered something from long ago, from when she was only a child. Teachings in the Temple of her once great people. She couldn't remember the teaching exactly, but she remembered the idea of it. That taking someone's life for pleasure or personal gain, not only ended one person's life, but killed something inside you as well. A somewhat strange memory to recall she thought as she knelt there in the snow, her lips on another's neck, he fangs buried deep within. In contrast to this teaching, she'd always found the experience quite fulfilling. And so, when she was finished with her victim - who had just moments ago berated her with a number of crude comments and even threats - his body was left there in the darkened alley without a drop of blood gone to waste.
Nyrial wasn't too far from the scene of her little "crime," which had seemed to attract quite a stir in the quiet, derelict place this little town had turned out to be. Her travels through The Spine rarely brought her to anything much different, and luckily enough, no matter where she ended up there always seemed to be someone who crossed her the wrong way, making them more than suitable candidates for a proper meal. Not that she was particularly opposed to choosing just anyone, but there were certain lines she preferred not to cross. Certain things that felt just a little too close. But the furthest thing from those were the more nefarious sorts of people, all too willing to usher suffering upon another, regretting only when it is brought upon them instead.
And that kind of fear, for whatever reason, really did taste a little sweeter.
She licked her lips at the memory of her most recent meal, watching as the remains were carried out of the alleyway with a cloth draped over. And while she'd put herself on the porch of the nearby tavern, which was a buzz with the morning's discovery, there were more than a few townsfolk who had gathered near the alley. From here her elven ears could hear the whispers of almost everyone around her, all spreading their own little rumours. There was one that piqued her interest however, the mention of a vampire. And she did her best to hide her amusement at how quickly things managed to spread. In the instances before, she hadn't lingered where she'd done her deed. This time, however, she felt inclined to stay. She'd even rented a room, using the coin she'd pilfered from her various victims of course.
So, while the townsfolk continued to excite themselves over what they were calling a murder - she called dinner - she decided to resign once again inside, and despite the early hour, order a drink.
Nyrial wasn't too far from the scene of her little "crime," which had seemed to attract quite a stir in the quiet, derelict place this little town had turned out to be. Her travels through The Spine rarely brought her to anything much different, and luckily enough, no matter where she ended up there always seemed to be someone who crossed her the wrong way, making them more than suitable candidates for a proper meal. Not that she was particularly opposed to choosing just anyone, but there were certain lines she preferred not to cross. Certain things that felt just a little too close. But the furthest thing from those were the more nefarious sorts of people, all too willing to usher suffering upon another, regretting only when it is brought upon them instead.
And that kind of fear, for whatever reason, really did taste a little sweeter.
She licked her lips at the memory of her most recent meal, watching as the remains were carried out of the alleyway with a cloth draped over. And while she'd put herself on the porch of the nearby tavern, which was a buzz with the morning's discovery, there were more than a few townsfolk who had gathered near the alley. From here her elven ears could hear the whispers of almost everyone around her, all spreading their own little rumours. There was one that piqued her interest however, the mention of a vampire. And she did her best to hide her amusement at how quickly things managed to spread. In the instances before, she hadn't lingered where she'd done her deed. This time, however, she felt inclined to stay. She'd even rented a room, using the coin she'd pilfered from her various victims of course.
So, while the townsfolk continued to excite themselves over what they were calling a murder - she called dinner - she decided to resign once again inside, and despite the early hour, order a drink.
Skad
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