It was a phantom, an apparition. A ghost floating with deadly silence through the winding alleys of the city. Dressed in black the miniature figure would have been nigh impossible to see where it not for the white snake draped gently over her shoulders, its body a shining beacon in the night.

Perhaps it was just as well, for the girl had her own violent tendencies and attracting a Lunar was the only way to satisfy her never-ending cravings. Hands swinging loosely by her side the girl struck a jaunty pose with her gothic dress and white snake, looking for all the world carefree and perfectly content with her lot in life.

Slanted yellow eyes stared out of a wide cat-like face, blinking every so often as the girl entered a pool of light shining from the street lamps. Her skin was pale, so pale it was hard to believe it did not shine itself like her snake’s scales. Long graceful legs and arms took up most of her slender and short body, giving her a graceful appearance rarely seen within our own kind.

‘Tonight’s going to be a good night Xharam. I can feel it,’ she whispered gleefully, an eerie grin spreading across her face. The snake hissed in response, its red tongue flickering gently against her sallow cheek.

((LOL. Ish be alrighty then. ))

Lanen stopped short and opened her mouth to taste the air, much like a snake. Lacking the ability to smell, this was her way of doing so; opening her mouth and making a sort of 'screen' with her teeth, drawing the air in over her tongue. A sweet scent a.ssailed the back of her tongue. She closed her mouth and grinned, flipping her daggers out of their sheaths, their blades against her bracer-clad wrists.

"Lunar. Coming fast. They must be bored."

Talon hefted a sledge hammer. Since when had he gotten that?... Upon closer inspection, Lanen noticed a tool shed a couple feet off and blinked. 

"Was there a chainsaw in there too? I'd like to pollute the air with gasoline fumes."

Talon opened his mouth to answer her sarcastic remark when a stream of water splashed him in the face. Most of it, however, had been blocked by the back of Lanens head. While he stood blinking and sputtering, Lanen whirled around, her daggers at the ready as she a.ssumed a fighters stance.

"Who's there? Friend'r foe?" Surprise and adrenaline made her accent-a mix of Irish and several other european dialects-pick up. Talon bounced the handle of his weapon on his hand.

((Uhm, no, I hadnt. 0o Sorreh

Edited my post. ^^))

"A....fairy sucker thing?" Talon stepped around Lanen, pushing her back slightly. She relaxed and lowered her daggers sslightly, still not wanting to put her daggers away as she stood up.

"Please," Talon went on "Explain."

"They are lowered," Lanen said, still keeping her black daggers unsheathed, their blades flat against her wrists. Talon shook his head.

"A vampire fairy. Well, theres somethin you dont see every day, eh Lan?"

Lanen grunted an answer.