[One has to bless port cities; there's always a sailor looking for a fun night during his port call, or a young Midwestern import ready to show off his newly found Wall Street wealth to the next pretty thing he sees.
It assures that she never wants for a bite to eat.
She's just about to start her first kill of the night, a young man far too eager to please as he smiles stupidly at her, she feels a touch against her arm. Her lips, curling to form her call, freeze into place and tighten.]
Hello, and goodbye.
[She can smell ash on this man, touching her skin like she wouldn't kill him for it; fire never did mix well with the sea. She can her mark lose his confidence, with other man drawing her attention for even that brief moment. She doesn't bother to look at the ash-man and touches her prey instead, running her finger up his wrist (and feeling his pulse, just mouthwatering) as she tries to rebuild that brash confidence.]
I don't believe I've seen you here before. I think I would've noticed.
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It assures that she never wants for a bite to eat.
She's just about to start her first kill of the night, a young man far too eager to please as he smiles stupidly at her, she feels a touch against her arm. Her lips, curling to form her call, freeze into place and tighten.]
Hello, and goodbye.
[She can smell ash on this man, touching her skin like she wouldn't kill him for it; fire never did mix well with the sea. She can her mark lose his confidence, with other man drawing her attention for even that brief moment. She doesn't bother to look at the ash-man and touches her prey instead, running her finger up his wrist (and feeling his pulse, just mouthwatering) as she tries to rebuild that brash confidence.]
I don't believe I've seen you here before. I think I would've noticed.