#corvidmagicae

The night was proving to be...boring. Usually by now, the vampire could find herself back at the apartment, with a meal to close the night before the sun came back, but her companion beat her to get the best of them and get away with it.

No matter, she hated crowds and loud clubs, anyway.

Retreating herself to one of the many night cafés of the area, the short woman entered a pretty somber and lonely one; pink and brown darting around until she found a spot she liked.

A small table in one of the dark corners of the establishment, for the sake of not being bothered.

With a gloved hand passing by her hair, Neopolitan eyed the menu from top to bottom, but it was just at that moment that a peculiar scent caught her attention. Seemingly to come from a woman that was sitting on another table, the vampire couldn’t help but frown softly before she gazed at the other from the corner of her eyes.

(tiny little starter for @corvidmagicae​ <3 !)

Old magic, that’s what it is, the unmistakable stink of old magic. But it’s foreign, unlike any magic found in the old world. And it is hunting Bridgette.

It’s persistent, seemingly undeterred by distance, walls, or even the boundaries of a fairy ring. Taking the form of a hulking bipedal beast, the body comprised of a swirling vortex of sheets of paper vaguely holding the shape. The pieces of paper are moving too quickly to see the words upon them, but every one of them has a picture of a person on it, ranging from sketches to printed photos.

“I can potentially lay two to one thousand eggs.”

"Losing one or two would make little difference.”

Dress all black

Love shiny things

Must Protect nest

The Hop™

Will remember u if ur nice to me

Yelling

Just barely getting out of the way of cars

Done by artist Bear Creations