~A sample Role play with an NPC..~
{{Pardon if it seems choppy, I did this while on the borderline of dead tired and awake enough to make cohesive thoughts..}}
The soft sigh escaped the petite woman who sat at the roots of the willow tree. In her lap, the man seemed to be far paler than his tan skin portrayed. She counted his heartbeats, wondering if she over did it now since she has been pushing herself too much of the idea of feeding.
"Live you bloody human. I barely took two pints and you fainted on me." she groused, hating the fact he did faint on her. This is why she refused to feed for three months, because most of those whom's necks she fed from where human males. And they, of course, acted like a measly pint or two was nothing.
"Not so big and macho now, huh? Fainting like a woman." She scoffed, thinking she should have went with the girl who was offering. More likely the girl would have held her own, stood to her best before collapsing. At least women, willing women, who gave her blood tend to wait to collapse on her once they were at the residents of the blood giver. But no, he had to faint
right after she fed from him. Talk about making a gal feel bad. She slapped his cheeks a few times, wondering why she even bother to mess with mortal men. Shoving him off her lap, the vampire-like female brushed her tresses inside her hat and walked off.
She didn't care to leave him there, she knew from the sounds of it his friends were going to check if he 'scored' tonight. Quite the opposite really, she scored some blood and his friends are going to harass him for a very long time about passing out on a girl.
"Father... Sometimes I don't get your race." The woman's blood red eyes glanced at the sky before moving forwards, nothing was out of the ordinary for her. She was on the hunt for her father, Lord Alister and possibly a mate.
An hour later she was in front of a cafe, glancing about to see if she should enter or not. With a sigh escaping her full ruby lips she passed by it, ignoring the faction that she was being stared at. Not many would accept such a being as her, very few that she knew tolerated her while in presence. The vampire-demoness walked along the night, the tail end of her dress following behind her like a sadden puppy while stocking clad legs moved with haste along the pavement. Her red heels clicked softly while she walked, although she had no permanent direction she would rather she moved quickly since she had a feeling tonight was one of those mortal drinking nights.
"Where are you goin' sweetheart?" Came a slur from her left. Rose finally turned her head towards the repulsive voice of a drunkard male. She tilted her head up, looking down her nose at him as she placed her hands firmly on her hips. The front of her gown was bunched up so it rested mid thigh so all could see her legs as she walked, and the corset she wore only accentuates her well endowed bosom by making them seem even bigger and look like they could possibly pop out.
"Tis none of your business where I am going drunkard. Stumble yourself back into that place you call a pub and drink until you're wasted." She commanded softly, her blood red glowing faintly as she placed her charm upon the human male. His eyes glossed over more before he turned around and stumbled back to wherever he crawled from. She sighed, shaking her head and readjusted the hat upon her head that contained her red tresses.
Rose sighed, glancing at herself once more. Red. Cream and red. Just how she liked it. She only wore red, it suited her and her name.
"Now all I need is to find father and find a 'prince charming', then I'll be set for quite a while." She murmured, sauntering back down the street towards an unknown destination. Will she find her father? Or will she find a potential mate? Only the fates know, only the fates know.
