- Joined
- Oct 30, 2009
- Location
- Raleigh, NC
There was a crowd at the bar the night she had the world change. Whispers about her greeted her ears as soon as she walked into the door. Not surprising, not many women were as tall as she was, even without the heels.
Standing at about six foot, the woman made her way towards the counter. Some people might consider the woman who had walked in a gothic entity. Over the years, she had to admit that the culture had made it easier to blend into her surroundings.
Her vivid red hair, despite being quite natural, gave the impression of being dyed. How else could hair look the deep color of blood? Bright ice blue eyes eyed the tender, "Can I get a tequila sunrise please?"
Her tone of voice was soft, sultry even without trying, the slight irish lilt that dashed across her vowels. However it had been many years since she had been there. Her heritage had it engrained into her very being to not let it go.
As others at the bar looked her over, from the long leather trench coat, to the strapless red and black laced corset, to even the pair of pants that clung to her hips and thighs flaring a bit below the knee, making her even taller than she looked. The only saving grace for them was it was only a two inch heel that particular evening.
Hooking one leg over the other, she waited for her drink, those ice blue hues eying the tender as he made her drink. She had been sated on precious blood banks for the past few decades so the need for her to hunt had slightly deminished. However the companionship that came with it was something she missed.
Most of her Coven had dissipated over the centuries, and although she could still summon her 'children' if she so chose to, the vampiress she choose instead to let them live and go about their days with some bit of peace.
Siofragana Nyx was certainly different from the others.
Standing at about six foot, the woman made her way towards the counter. Some people might consider the woman who had walked in a gothic entity. Over the years, she had to admit that the culture had made it easier to blend into her surroundings.
Her vivid red hair, despite being quite natural, gave the impression of being dyed. How else could hair look the deep color of blood? Bright ice blue eyes eyed the tender, "Can I get a tequila sunrise please?"
Her tone of voice was soft, sultry even without trying, the slight irish lilt that dashed across her vowels. However it had been many years since she had been there. Her heritage had it engrained into her very being to not let it go.
As others at the bar looked her over, from the long leather trench coat, to the strapless red and black laced corset, to even the pair of pants that clung to her hips and thighs flaring a bit below the knee, making her even taller than she looked. The only saving grace for them was it was only a two inch heel that particular evening.
Hooking one leg over the other, she waited for her drink, those ice blue hues eying the tender as he made her drink. She had been sated on precious blood banks for the past few decades so the need for her to hunt had slightly deminished. However the companionship that came with it was something she missed.
Most of her Coven had dissipated over the centuries, and although she could still summon her 'children' if she so chose to, the vampiress she choose instead to let them live and go about their days with some bit of peace.
Siofragana Nyx was certainly different from the others.