𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓸𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻

G3 | Born 1/25/22

...you see the striking silhouette of a very large feline, each step with broad legs confident as they slip between the crags like water. The presence is... cold, somehow, in a way you can't explain, and on some ethereal level you understand that whoever—or whatever—is observing you is much more powerful than mere harpies and terror birds. "Hello?" you call out to the figure. "I know you're there."

You hear a little huff of a laugh from the darkness, the fluffy fur on the figure's neck tossing a bit from the motion. "I'm sorry," a clear female voice calls out, "I figured I'd keep my distance at first; not everyone around here is especially friendly."

With a quick set of movements, the large feline bounds down a series of outcroppings in the cliffside until her form is swathed fully in the evening sunlight. She looks somewhere between a tiger and a lion in stature, and her pelt is a mixture of the palest whites and darkest blacks with striking striped patterns in bloodred tones across her fur. The feline approaches with completely casual movements, and as she does, it suddenly dawns on you. The chilling presence, the powerful aura, the eyes of glowing orange... "You're a vampire," you breathe, and she stops still in her tracks.

"I don't bite," the stranger assures you, then narrows her eyes with a widening grin. "...Much." Unsure whether or not she's joking, you take a tentative step back, and you're even less sure when she lets out another laugh. "My name is Serana. The place I come from is a whole lot colder than here, but the Rin-Ashe are much less..." She frowns, trying to articulate her thoughts. "Apocalypse-fanatic than the vampires back home, so I'm staying with them for the time being."

For a vampire, she seems pleasant enough, so you allow yourself to relax if only a little. "Pleased to meet you, Serana," you say with a nod. She grins again—her long white fangs glint in the fading sunlight.

"Good to meet you too."