accalia (accalia) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2010-11-11 21:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | accalia |
Who? Accalia and OPEN
Where? Golden Gate Park
When? Thursday Night
Soft steps on bare feet ceased just before the water's edge. Her prey was seldom anything but human. So messy otherwise. They were short-lived things, easily forgotten and abandoned by their peers. With Elves things were different. Yet, here she was, well within an area designated by elven kind as their own, her presence itself a disruption. Not because of what she was, with her impure blood, but because anywhere Accalia went she disrupted the life around her. For the time being, the intrusion was minimal. She knelt with all the grace of her mixed heritage, and the deep crimson folds of her gown pooled perfectly about her. Her gaze rested placidly on the shimmering surface of the water and she kept to herself.
She was without her pets tonight. The need to be alone came rarely, but every now and again it was what she required. Likely it would not last. Her pull was subtle, but pervasive, and any who wandered nearby would feel it. Fae would know it for what it was--not that knowledge was always enough to spare them. Elves often recognized it as magical influence as well, though it tended to take them a bit longer to catch on that something was affecting them. Most humans, they didn't stand a chance. The odds of one of their kind out this late was slim, which suggested that Accalia was either genuinely intent on spending some time enjoying the relative quiet of the park at night, or she was seeking companionship outside her norm.
There was nothing necessarily devious about that idea. Sometimes all she wanted was an evening, a taste. If many of her pets did not survive, well... It wasn't that she was cruel, simply careless. It wasn't so terrible a way to go, after all. She had so much to offer them...