Arra Sails took the opportunity to brush out her long dark hair. Not that she would ever tell the generals, but she actually took pride in being a woman- but only when she was outside of the mountain. She knew that she would have to leave for council when the time came, but for now she was on vacation. Sort of. A general never really took time off. Throwing her hair into a ponytail, she began her daily exercises. Despite, or perhaps because of, her gender, Arra always needed to be in top condition. For some reason the men always insisted on challenging her.
After several hundred push-ups, sit-ups, and agility exercises, Arra was back in the bathroom staring at the mirror. She wasn't beautiful at all, especially in the traditional sense, but she was still popular among the vampire men. With few vampiric women, she supposed that they couldn't be too picky. She considered swiping on some makeup, but she knew how ridiculous it looked against her weathered features. Arra was still pretty young, only appearing to be in her late twenties, but the number of battles she fought had left their mark.
Leaving the bathroom, she turned to a beat up suitcase and yanked out some decent looking clothes. Nice enough to pass for civilized, and loose enough for movement, her outfit was perfect for her mission. Because she wasn't in Italy just on vacation. She had received a message from Mika Ver Leth, one of the princes, asking her to look in on a potential situation. They suspected Vampaneze activity in the area, and Arra was slightly less conspicuous than the usual hideous vampire. She could blend. Tonight she would be playing tourist.
Idly, Arra strolled through the streets of Volterra. She was somewhat hungry and knew that she needed to feed, she needed to be at her best if there was a nest of Vampaneze within 20 miles of the city. She knew that they'd most likely be able to sense her already. Keeping to the shadows as best she could, she waited for a prime target.
She sighted a man coming towards her at prepared. She breathed into her hand, then closed her fist to keep the knockout gas at ready. When he was within range, she pulled him into the shadows with her, cupped her hand over his face and waited. His struggles did not cease. In fact, as the surprise wore off he became increasingly more agitated-and violent.
"What the hell?" She asked, taking her hand away and staring into his red eyes.
The man snarled.
Arra was off and running, nearly flitting, but her keen ears heard him clearly say. "You'll pay for this."