WHO: Verbena Moonstone [OPEN] WHEN: After Maggie leaves.. WHERE: Black Dawn. SUMMARY: Nice day for a ride. RATING: PG-13 STATUS: incomplete
It was like...what was that ridiculous holiday...oh right, Christmas. The former slaves had stopped servicing her, but she didn't quite care. Stupid bloodbags could all go die in a fire for all she cared. The boyish deliverer and her brother had left the castle. It was all she could do to keep from practically singing in the halls. If she'd left earlier, along with all those foolish daybreakers, her home would still be in one piece. Renovations were in order, and there were still people healing, which she helped, but no one was ever going to get that smell out of the stone.
It was soaked in the scent of blood.
It was all she could do to keep from snacking on one or two of the servants as they passed by. A woman never lost her cool, however. Never. She was graceful. She was poised. She was gentle. She was under control of her urges at all times. Verbena would not reduce herself to an animal. Besides, she had already eaten. She was considerably stronger than a lot of the other vampires, drinking from animals. They had to import them as the others had been hunted down. She never did enjoy the hunt. Far too strenuous. 'Pouncing' creatures was unbecoming.
Stepping outside, she raised a gloved hand to block out the sun momentarily as her eyes adjusted. She decided a ride would be good. The injured were starting to be able to take care of themselves, so she could return to life as normal. Rides were relaxing, and so she headed towards the stables.
Everyone seemed to be abuzz about one thing or another, but it didn't bother her. She caught bits and pieces, but she would deal with whatever the news was when she returned. There was far too much fussing. It was all they seemed to do, fuss fuss fuss. Worry worry worry. The world was about to end and they couldn't take the time of day to appreciate what it was they were trying to save.