#v;dbd

It's her and the crows that haunt the realm at this hour. Free of trials, her restless nature has her wandering the outside of the RPD for anything to make the quality of life bearable beyond the few things she exchanges her red pennies for. So far, she's been blessed in luck with memory fragments, but not in trials. She's nowhere near wealthy enough to get the trains running again. Her thoughts run away with her, pausing long to stare at a great castle in the distance where the creatures of the night flew to. Then she hears the crash. She creeps to the barn to check it out, and doesn't expect his instincts to be so attuned. "Don't strike." Hands at the level of her eyes, she comes out of hiding, shaking and shivering in his presence. There's a red cross on her vest, the modern symbol for a medic. In her tactical belt, she's collected from the remains of the square some rabbit pelts and a canteen. She sniffs. "Are you hurt? I smell blood." She grimaces, looking over his armor. Against self preservation, she approaches with hovering hands. His frame was massive... Who could have done all this to someone as fearsome as the Knight. "Were you in a fight?"

"I think, we should dissect the Demogorgon."

Kira's lip doesn't clip that easily anymore, much as the scar on her bottom lip says otherwise. The break in her skin quickly closes before any consequence can come of it. "Naughty." Kira chides. Two fingers move to feel where she bit. Well, there's an idea. Her gaze narrows at Bertha, and she wets her middle and ring fingers with her tongue before plunging two of them within her. "Thief of my love…" She says darkly, curling them within her, and rhythmically pulling them in and back, and never out. Comfortably sat with her, with her tits out, she smiles small and wicked, looking her over, taking in her eyes, her moans, her heaving chest. "You have to ask. Or else…If you run away from me, you'll only come back to me as a thrall and not an equal." She chuckles in disbelief. It was no laughing matter, but it was so delicious to see this bastion of strength, this little minx squirm underneath her. She dips to capture her lips, and make her take a long, pointed, unnatural pink tongue in her mouth inch by inch.

From standing sideways in her discretion, Kira takes a more open stance facing her. She chose to trust. "Some of the killers have picked up on it already, but I'd much prefer if it's kept need to know. I'm not human. I'm a mutation of the sanguine variety. A vampire."

She's been staring at her company for the past five minutes. It's getting unnerving, and when she finally breaks the silence, it's much worse. "Would you be willing to provide a vial of your blood?"