Nara tightened her grip on her coat as the wind picked up. He silver hair
blew in her face. She closed her gold eyes. She continued down the
street. Her back was getting increasingly sore. She looked across the
street, where a group of teens were laughing and having a good time. She
picked up her pace. It was nearly Midnight. No cars were passing on the
streets, except the occasion one or two.
Her black raincoat did well to cover her. And her hair was easily dismissable, seeing as people assume she dyed it, or it was a wig. She did however detest wearing Sunglasses so late at night. But if she didn't, her eyes would most likely cast an inhumanly glow. And God forbid she look into someone's eyes directly. She wouldn't risk taking a life of a innocent, naïve life.
She kept walking until the lights, or rather the absence of light, attracted her into a place called Café Sangra. She opened the doors and was surprised to feel the vampiric power glistening in the room. She could hardly see, so she took off her sun glasses. Her eyes scanned the room. This was more of a bar then a café. She went up to the bar tender and selected a drink called Ameths' Springs. She had it once before and though she didn't like the taste of it particulary, it was the only drink she recognized.
She brought her drink over to a two-seated table near the window. She placed her drink on the table and sat down against the chair. She had to admit, she was very uncomfortable. But any unsuspecting eye wouldn't notice. She began to wonder which one of this Vampires would be the first to ask of her presense. A place like Café Sangra was no place for a fae. She took a sip of her drink and cringed as the bitter, crispy taste of bloodhit her tongue.
'Figures they would mix blood into their drinks.' She thought.
'They mix blood into anything they can swallow, I imagine.' She heard in her head. She had forgotten that Vampires could tap into minds. It was too late to put up walls so she answered.
'Then I presume that only Vampires come in here?' She asked. She took another drink, and forced herself not to cringe. If this Vampire was watching her, she did not want to show him any signs of weakness or insecurity.
'Yes, but that never stopped Hunters and Huntresses to traspass here. Witches will drop by occasionally, but usually only on business terms. May I ask why you are here?'
'No.' She placed her half finished drink to the side and got up. She walked out of Café Sangra and down the rodes of New Mahem.
Her black raincoat did well to cover her. And her hair was easily dismissable, seeing as people assume she dyed it, or it was a wig. She did however detest wearing Sunglasses so late at night. But if she didn't, her eyes would most likely cast an inhumanly glow. And God forbid she look into someone's eyes directly. She wouldn't risk taking a life of a innocent, naïve life.
She kept walking until the lights, or rather the absence of light, attracted her into a place called Café Sangra. She opened the doors and was surprised to feel the vampiric power glistening in the room. She could hardly see, so she took off her sun glasses. Her eyes scanned the room. This was more of a bar then a café. She went up to the bar tender and selected a drink called Ameths' Springs. She had it once before and though she didn't like the taste of it particulary, it was the only drink she recognized.
She brought her drink over to a two-seated table near the window. She placed her drink on the table and sat down against the chair. She had to admit, she was very uncomfortable. But any unsuspecting eye wouldn't notice. She began to wonder which one of this Vampires would be the first to ask of her presense. A place like Café Sangra was no place for a fae. She took a sip of her drink and cringed as the bitter, crispy taste of bloodhit her tongue.
'Figures they would mix blood into their drinks.' She thought.
'They mix blood into anything they can swallow, I imagine.' She heard in her head. She had forgotten that Vampires could tap into minds. It was too late to put up walls so she answered.
'Then I presume that only Vampires come in here?' She asked. She took another drink, and forced herself not to cringe. If this Vampire was watching her, she did not want to show him any signs of weakness or insecurity.
'Yes, but that never stopped Hunters and Huntresses to traspass here. Witches will drop by occasionally, but usually only on business terms. May I ask why you are here?'
'No.' She placed her half finished drink to the side and got up. She walked out of Café Sangra and down the rodes of New Mahem.