*Sliding into her kitten heels and her ultra tight LBD, Phyra decided upon some foreign claret. Striding with smug confidence, she stopped in the darkest reaches of the hallway out side her and Strykers quarters to insure no one was following. With a wave of her perfectly manicured fingers, she fashioned a bolt hole and smiled at the shimmering portal and stepped through to NOLAs streets. It was late afternoon, the sun was on a sharp angle, glaring almost horizontally on its way to the horizon. Zephyra let her eyes slowly survey the streets, she stood at a corner and let the atmosphere, the humanity absorb. Cattle, all of them. Humans had killed her grandchild, she had no sympathy for any of them. They deserved to be drained dry by the new daywalkers that she could sense. Close enough for her to sense, but out of her immediate view. Smiling, she strutted purposefully in the opposite direction, not wanting to deny them their kills this day. She would take her fill elsewhere, and enjoy every second.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 06:04:56 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015