[ Lauralae feels oddly at peace in the dungeon of the undead, as it were, the vampires that have found their place; the scent of blood is familiar to her as well, something that thrums through her and makes her want to sink her fingers into it, to reach out and take it, claim it for herself. She has never felt such a hunger before, and her eyes are wide as she walks through, drinking it in with the innocence of a newly born monster, unsure of how to act other than to exist as a mirage.
She is not afraid of the visions, of the scents, of the prickle of eyes on the back of her neck. She can protect herself, and she has her own fangs to bite and tear if needed.
Eyes drawn to one of the 'masters' of the moment, she hears the voice in her mind and feels it run down her spine as she gazes at him. It's not the first time she has felt so captivated, dark, deep eyes fixated on the man as she makes her way over, almost inclined to step down on her knees and crawl to him as a wolf rather than a person.
Head tilted, she gazes at Louis, pale skin highlighted against her dark black dress. ]
b - hallucination
She is not afraid of the visions, of the scents, of the prickle of eyes on the back of her neck. She can protect herself, and she has her own fangs to bite and tear if needed.
Eyes drawn to one of the 'masters' of the moment, she hears the voice in her mind and feels it run down her spine as she gazes at him. It's not the first time she has felt so captivated, dark, deep eyes fixated on the man as she makes her way over, almost inclined to step down on her knees and crawl to him as a wolf rather than a person.
Head tilted, she gazes at Louis, pale skin highlighted against her dark black dress. ]
I do not care if you bite me.