Post by aleu on Dec 18, 2008 21:25:29 GMT -5
Blood and red wine danced together in a long silver glass. No one had seen Aleu slip out the flask that held human blood, and pour a bit into her drink. It kept her happy, especially with all these delicious-looking beings dancing and mingling around her. The scent of blood and sex was thick in the air, and though it never pushed her over the edge, having a bit of a meal in her system kept her level.
Long, shining black hair caught the multicolored lights that flashed around her, in time with the tempo. The bass pulsed inside her, filling her with quiet excitement.
Deep eyes surveyed the room with cool interest. Her one blue eye and one green eye took in the dancing beings, looking so beautiful and so alive. As always, her small, slender form radiated danger and sensuality. Tight dark jeans clung tightly to her powerful legs, tucked into tall black heeled boots. A low cut black shirt showed a hint of her hip piercings and paw print tattoos. A lace Victoria-styled collar perched around her pale neck, in sharp contrast to her countless silver bracelets.
Long black nails clutched her mixed drink, bringing it up to dark lips and taking a hungered sip. Her curvy figure rested cooly against the bar. Though Aleu always radiated ready relaxation, today she was a restless. She had been coming here for a while now, and took home the usual victims, but hungered for more. Not for blood, but for companionship and someone to talk to. After 117 years, a girl got lonely.
She sighed. The same old faces, hardly any of them equipped with the intellectual intelligence she craved. Tonight she was here to try and find that being to share secrets and conversations with.
Sighing again, she rested her glass on the bar, and continued watching.
Long, shining black hair caught the multicolored lights that flashed around her, in time with the tempo. The bass pulsed inside her, filling her with quiet excitement.
Deep eyes surveyed the room with cool interest. Her one blue eye and one green eye took in the dancing beings, looking so beautiful and so alive. As always, her small, slender form radiated danger and sensuality. Tight dark jeans clung tightly to her powerful legs, tucked into tall black heeled boots. A low cut black shirt showed a hint of her hip piercings and paw print tattoos. A lace Victoria-styled collar perched around her pale neck, in sharp contrast to her countless silver bracelets.
Long black nails clutched her mixed drink, bringing it up to dark lips and taking a hungered sip. Her curvy figure rested cooly against the bar. Though Aleu always radiated ready relaxation, today she was a restless. She had been coming here for a while now, and took home the usual victims, but hungered for more. Not for blood, but for companionship and someone to talk to. After 117 years, a girl got lonely.
She sighed. The same old faces, hardly any of them equipped with the intellectual intelligence she craved. Tonight she was here to try and find that being to share secrets and conversations with.
Sighing again, she rested her glass on the bar, and continued watching.