#descendus

                          There was always much to do these days-- or nights, rather. Though, tonight, the blond bomber of a vampire was stalking as softly as she could behind a particularly tasty looking man-beard-thing.                                                                   That’s what her mind was telling her anyways.

           With her muffled boots, she was able to hold a steady distance behind him, but being a sneaky lass was not her forte. After a turn through the trees, she finally jumped at him-- aiming to grapple onto him like some sort of spider.

It’d been a while since her last feed, so a good looking meal was just the thing to make her cave.

His jaw is set, firm, eyes glowering. It’s been years now, and Roan might think everyone’s forgotten, but not Loral. Loral hasn’t forgotten. He’s unceremonious as he enters the home, searching for his younger brother with a purpose. He stumbles upon a different man though. 

яσsεs αяε яε∂ vισℓεтs αяε вℓυε  ι ωαηт тσ sтαв  sтαв sтαв sтαв үσυ 

{ @hmnals } -- oh how the tables have tabled 

“You look like something just shat you out after a long night...” Hoyt sneered some. “Smell like it too...”