Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Troy and Victoria
Where: A backstreet a few blocks away from the high school
When: Early afternoon

So her first encounter with a fae hadn't gone swimmingly. So what? Failure was definitely an option when encountering the so-called creator races for the first time; at least that was what Victoria was telling herself since then. The man had been full of himself and too high on his own sense of self for her taste, that did not mean all fae were like that. Victoria knew better. While yesterday Victoria had roamed the streets aimlessly today she had left the hotel fully intent on finding herself another one of the fair folk, now she had their smell down.

This time, however, she was not going to make small talk. She wanted to taste that blood, see what it did to her and add that one to her list. The chosen fae could come willingly...or not. The entire problem here was that Victoria had very little information on her chosen prey's routine, where they went and what they did when on this plane of existence. So she was doomed to roam this sad town once again, trying to focus on feeling the scent of anything remotely interesting. She took a turn into yet another empty backstreet without noticing where she was going, hearing no sound but the clickety-clack of her boots on the pavement. This was a desolate places.