Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

in spite of herself, the woman was intrigued. the pale brutess was no simpering female, the ones that had come to her in the night and opened willingly their veins in exchange for her empty promises of immortality. she could not see this creature doing so, and as her pallid form ambled away, erzsébet took a step forward. "wait," she called into the darkness that had all but swallowed her would-be assailant from view. 

"tell me of them." she knew not how the interest had come to be, or if it would roost for long, but there it was, and her intrigue at the simple mystery of the brutal-seeming creature was mounting.