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Baska Town was a shithole. The streets were filled with drunken men and desperate women; the scum of society dared leaving their vaults at night, when the rest of the world could not see them. Seira Navillera wandered among those low lives — the power hungry vampyre was starving and as per usual there were only so few things which could satisfy her. The sound of heels hitting the pavement echoed through the alleys and the woman took one last drag from her cigarette before flicking it into the dirt and approaching a nearby building. The weather had gotten colder, winter was finally here, and she no longer felt the urge to hide from the sun. Days were getting shorter, nights longer, life better. Over the past few weeks the vampyre’s mood had decreased significantly however, and while she could not find the reason for her suddenly more abrasive behavior, Seira assumed that the final stages of her transition from human to undead were finally setting in. She entered the closest pub she could find and longingly gazed at the bar before throwing herself at the counter, batting her eyelashes seductively at the bartender. ”Beer,” she demanded, ”a lot of it.” Seira didn’t know for sure why she had come here in first place; there was nothing to find after all, the restaurants were garbage and she’d fed on humans only ever since her arrival, strictly refusing to touch anything coming out of these kitchens. She took a seat and crossed her legs, taking off the black cloak she wore and placing it over the chair next to hers before mentally preparing herself to completely drown in alcohol — the only thing the people in Baska seemed to know how to serve. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt something move to her left — another customer had appeared and the vampyre snarled before reluctantly removing her cloak from the (technically) unoccupied chair. She tilted her head upwards, giving a single glance towards the other person and widened her eyes in shock when a familiar face caught her attention. The soft features, pretty eyes and weirdly adorable ears were a dead giveaway for his identity and yet the woman could hardly believe what she saw. It was such a small world after all. Christian — who had claimed to live and work in Crocus — had somehow found his way all the way up to the north and while she had no words to describe how off guard he’d caught her, the girl quickly moved towards the opposite direction, unable to suppress the nasty swear escaping her lips as she tried to flee the scene without being noticed. ”Shit,” quietly cursing as she tried to wiggle her way far away from Christian, ”shit, shit, shi—” the bartender returned with a large smile and an even larger jug of beer in his hands. ”Miss! Where are you going, I got your beer! Shit. |
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