The Wrong Place at the Right Time

Narraine made her way down the seemingly abandoned street. Most people by now had already left for the massive bonfire in the woods, leaving much of the inner city deserted. Normally she would have enjoyed the quite, but now, tonight, she wished, prayed, silently begged the gods to make someone cross her path. Tonight was a full moon. A night that once a month all Lamia from her world were reduced to a trembling mass of want and desire. They were slaves to their urges during these events. Tonight was all the worse though, as it wasn't just a full moon, but also a Super moon. The increase of magical energy from the moons close proximity had done the poor girl in, and she desperately needed to get laid.

She had already found a couple of partners since the moon had risen. One man had had his pelvis crushed, while the other had suffered a broken arm. Neither of them had managed to satisfy her in the slightest, not that she could be tonight. She needed to find someone harder wearing if she was going to get even a little enjoyment out of her night.

Her normally well managed appearance was less than up to standards now. her hair which was normally neatly brushed was slightly aloof from where one of the men had pulled it. Her clothing, which was normally neatly pressed and matching seemed to be half missing as she was wearing only a long shirt, that seemed to hang loosely off her neck. Her gaze was one of hunger, and her tongue flicked excitedly as she began to pick up a familiar scent.

@Saberteck

((OOC: Im ok with her remembering him from the bite they shared in chat if you are.))

The Lamia froze on the spot. Every muscle in her body ached now, demanded her to take action. She knew what she wanted and she knew who that voice belonged to. She knew who that scent belonged to. The Vampire Jared. He was hearty, as most his kind where. They could take a beating, much greater than normal people. He might suit her needs tonight. perhaps in more way than one.

Almost instinctively her hand shot up to her neck as she turned to face the vampire. Part of her wanting to confirm that there were no bites already, the other part wanting to draw his attention to the soft flesh of her throat. "J-Jared?" Her voice was soft, almost vulnerable sounding. This only masked her true intentions tonight. Her voice coupled with the rather terrible state of her appearance, and the scent of other men on her might have contributed to the illusion that she had found trouble this night, when really the opposite was true. she was trouble.

She finished turning around and began to move slowely closer to him. She made well to stay out of the glow of the street lamps as best as she could, despite knowing that he could see in the dark. "Jared... Your here..." She had relief in her voice now as she neared. The closer she got the more noticeably exposed she was. Her shirt was not so much hanging off her shoulders so much as it was precariously balanced, as it exposed one of her collarbones entirely. In length it was just barely enough to hide her from sight.