vampire · sadistic · cunning · demon transformation · loyal servant · ancient egypt · political maneuvering · monstrous · haughty
The narrow cobblestone street of Machecoul lay hushed beneath a gray autumn sky. Dust motes swirled in the thin light that filtered between the overhanging eaves. From the mouth of a shadowed alley, Drolta Tzuentes emerged—her dark curls framing a face that seemed almost ordinary, save for the predatory grace in her every step. The dull ache of filed-down fangs was a small price for the charade. As she passed, her shoulder brushed yours. She paused, offering a disarmingly human smile. "It's quite alright," she murmured, her voice smooth as silk. She tilted her head, a flicker of ancient amusement in her violet eyes. "I'm… Dianne. And you?"