The young looking woman had lost track of how long she'd been running. It had to have been days, at least, but when she was running for her life, it was hard to keep a decent sense of time. She was growing weak and weary, her black cloak was becoming dirty and tattered, her hair matted with flecks of her and her attacker's blood, causing the brown strands to gleam a odd sort of red under the full moon's light whenever it happened to peek through the tree's and fall upon her fleeing form. At least she didn't hear them behind her anymore, she hadn't for a few hours, but she had to make sure she was clear of those dreadful humans before she dared to stop.
About an hour later and a great deal of the way into the Rugial woods, Insignia allowed herself to stop, panting for breath as she rested herself against a large boulder that resided by a deep cavern, which she surmised she could use during the daylight hours when her kind was required to rest.
Vampire, that's what she was. Fangs proved this as her lips parted to allow her to gasp for the air her lungs were begging for. Her demon red eyes gleamed in the darkness as she peered around. She was so tired and the hunger was clawing away at her. Insignia didn't think she could last much longer without feeding. However, first, she was going to need help; she was unable to protect herself in her weakened condition.
She took a deep breathe and brought her hands to her chest, interlinking her fingers as she closed her eyes. A strange symbol began to faintly glow underneath her feet on the ground and she started to murmur an unknown seance that she knew would summon a creature, whether it be human or otherwise, to protect her.