< Her touch was gentle. She could attack, but why would she? The man was far more respectful than most. Not ugly either.

"Enjoy what life has to offer, and your candle will light others in turn." She blushed. "Besides, you are a far nicer candle than most." She softly chuckled.

Walking through her home meant little need for clothing
Beyond that she deemed comfortable.
Few saw her bare body, though
Many covered the vampire's bountiful corpse.

"just a kiss?"

Seek pleasure for pleasure's sake
And find yourself yearning.
Seek bloodshed for the sake of spilling crimson
And find yourself beset on all sides
By your own ineptitude.

< which contrasted against the soil and grass she knelt in.
"I must say, ser, you have quite a presence about you." She admired his stature, slightly taller than her own.
He reminded her of... another.

"Please, sit. I'm sure you have tales to tell, and I have the time to hear them."

"An old friend used to take me here, read me tales. In truth, I visit to calm myself from the woes of this world." She looked at his neck. She could smell him, his blood rich with platelets and iron.
She let out a soft gasp, before returning her face forward.

"Apologies. I am Reika."

"My domicile is up the road, north of the fork in the path. Should you have the time." She placed her pale hand in the water, scooping up a lilypad with it. She seemed to stare at it longingly, before setting it back in the water as gently as she claimed it.

"I'd love to have you, over for supper."

Life is about choices
Some easier than others
Undeath is learning to face those choices
And realizing why you made them.

Chain me up, do as you will?
Pray these shackles hold,
lest you be drained completely.

It is those brief moments of intimacy, where she forgets her nature and allows herself to be vulnerable. Not weak, but softer.

Few see this side, fewer still are around to gossip.

The purpose of her garb is twofold; the first to give her the freedom of movement. The second is personal preference,and something quite simple:

She's got great thighs.

"Oftentimes, blood is spilled for the sake of spilling it. Some revel in that. Not I. I don't waste a single drop, not one platelet. When I feed, I ensure this power cannot infect."

Reika purposely holds back when biting. Only under great duress does she use her full might.

"It is in reflection one finds themselves, wanderer. I am happy to share the river's lapping with you."
Reika smiled and bowed respectfully.
Her own reflection was noticeably absent.
"The woods are so peaceful, away from the hustle of the larger cities, no?"

"My energy, hmm? I think you know not who or what you speak to, young lady."

Reika bows, giving a smile which clearly showed off her fangs.

"Thank you for saying so. Hard to keep a good figure at my age."

You dared to approach the vampire, interrupting her meditation.
She gazes into your soul, her nostrils flare as she smells your blood coursing through you. Yet her voice remains steady and soft.
"What is it, wanderer?" She asks you as she tilts her head, curious.
-OPEN STARTER-

It isn't by choice she had become a vampire. It was always as she was, from birth.

There is little in the way of peace in these woods. Reika is ever present though, haunting, lurking.
She meditates, focusing on controlling her hunger.

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Reika is a vampire, living deep in the forests.
Her blade is as sharp as her fangs.
Her eyes glow like hellfire, and it is your blood she craves.