The december cold had barely set in that one person came back to this little piece of haven that was Manta Carlos Island. It had been a while since she had last been here, years even. Long black hair was left untied to caress rather sturdy shoulders. The face beneath the bangs hanging in front of her eyes was refined with a slightly pointy chin. The body sitting underneath was all curves, big hips and a round belly. While the temperature was well below freezing point, the woman was not dressed very warmly. A turtleneck black sweater with deep grey pants. The only thing keeping her feet from the wet snow covering the beack was a dainty pair of sandals. Not that she really was cold. Who was she to walk around in such an uninspired attire? Why, a vampire... One such as she was not really built to feel the cold at all. In was quite the cloudy day, the wisps of mist hiding the shape of the sun in an indefinite halo. The recent snowfall had covered the many trees following the coastline in a heavy blanket. Some of the branches were so laden that the tips touched the ground. It would only be one of the first snowstorms to grace the island. Most on this day were busy with their everyday tasks, leaving this person alone in her wanderings. Maybe she would find someone to fill in her loneliness or maybe one would simply stumble upon each other. Such an event would not be unlikely, after all, how often do you see someone walking around underdressed as such? Only time would tell.