That forest had been the bane of many naive and foolish people, those who did not know what dangers they faced in the haven of dark creatures presented there. To survive in the midst of the nameless creatures you either had to be batshit insane or even more of a predator then they were. Any other were lucky to be alive at all after a visit through the more than a little hostile forest.
There was one creture that was known for her nearly bipolar attitude, kind a moment and heartlessly cruel the next. She belonged to that forest more than most. Her years had taken her in travels all over the planet, visit countries where she could escape her fate. This woman was named Rayana, a master vampire, an elder of many years and a powerful ally. Not many would wish her wrath upon themselves.
Her black hair was tied back to the nape of her neck, braids running through the thick curly hair with beads of ruby, amethyst and deep green jade woven through them. She was wearing a tight fitting deep red long sleeved shirt with a pair of back nearly skin tight jeans. She, as usual, was barefooted even if in the forest the ground was still covered in melting snow in some places. Vampires aren't usually affected by cold because they are dead.
That was why the young looking woman was sitting on a tree branch somewhere in the middle of the forest, waiting for something to happen or her next meal to naively wander close. She wasn't particularly hungry for now though, the cadavre of the young man she had drain was still sitting a few miles away, destined to be eaten as soon as the sun set and the creatures went out of their burrow or wherever the heck they hid during the daylight hours.
Given her age, the light had long since stopped giving her trouble in the burning to death department and had been enjoying sunlight ever since she had discovered that fact.
There was one creture that was known for her nearly bipolar attitude, kind a moment and heartlessly cruel the next. She belonged to that forest more than most. Her years had taken her in travels all over the planet, visit countries where she could escape her fate. This woman was named Rayana, a master vampire, an elder of many years and a powerful ally. Not many would wish her wrath upon themselves.
Her black hair was tied back to the nape of her neck, braids running through the thick curly hair with beads of ruby, amethyst and deep green jade woven through them. She was wearing a tight fitting deep red long sleeved shirt with a pair of back nearly skin tight jeans. She, as usual, was barefooted even if in the forest the ground was still covered in melting snow in some places. Vampires aren't usually affected by cold because they are dead.
That was why the young looking woman was sitting on a tree branch somewhere in the middle of the forest, waiting for something to happen or her next meal to naively wander close. She wasn't particularly hungry for now though, the cadavre of the young man she had drain was still sitting a few miles away, destined to be eaten as soon as the sun set and the creatures went out of their burrow or wherever the heck they hid during the daylight hours.
Given her age, the light had long since stopped giving her trouble in the burning to death department and had been enjoying sunlight ever since she had discovered that fact.