Ilinca | Илинка (wildrage) wrote in afternightfalls, @ 2019-02-23 20:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | ilinca, malachi byron, type: thread |
Who: Ilinca & Malachi
What: It's a Fae and possessed warlock. Who even knows.
When: Saturday night, late
Where: Letná Park, near Old Town
Warnings: Hoo boy. Probably a handful. Will update as needed. Probably at least murder. (Because Ilinca is...Ilinca.)
It was never really completely quiet at night in Prague. Between the tourists, the citizens, and the resident supernaturals, something was always going on somewhere. But if you knew where to go, there were little pockets of peace and quiet to be found. And as much as Ilinca was a social creature, even she needed some moments to herself every now and again.
While it was true that Stromovka Park was bigger, and probably offered more places to not be noticed, Ilinca did not want to run into a roving shifter. She tolerated them well enough during the day, but she'd run into a fair few who thought she'd make a tasty morsel, or a fun hunt, since she was so petite. Best to just avoid it altogether.
Letná would serve her purposes well enough, and it was easy enough to wile away the time strolling near the Vltava River, watching the city light up as the moon rose. Ilinca could hear footsteps behind her, but since it was a public park, she paid it no mind. It wasn't until a voice called out, asking if she was lost, that she turned to look.
Her heart immediately began to race. The young man was handsome, his dark hair falling over one eye, an expression of concern on his face. He truly thought she'd gotten lost in the park and couldn't find her way out. Ilinca almost felt bad for him. Almost.
Playing up her foreign accent to the hilt, Ilinca asked him, in broken Czech, if he could help her find her way back to the main road. (Doing so grated on her ears, because despite being accented, her Czech was very good.) He immediately held out his arm, offering to escort her back to the center of town, and Ilinca accepted graciously.
10 minutes later, she had pulled him into a clearing, into a whirling dance that only seemed to increase in speed. He was tired, nearing exhaustion, she could tell. But he couldn't tear himself away from her. Ilinca wrapped her arms around him and threw him to the ground, casting a glance around for anyone who might be spying. Thankfully, her keen sight revealed no one around, and she had this next part down to a science. He was dead before the next five minutes had passed, and Ilinca stood, almost seeming to glow with her own inner light. After all, her favorite nights were the ones when she fed.