WHO: Darla and Lavender Brown WHAT: Hunting WHEN: (Backdated) April 18th; early evening WHERE: MacArthur Park RATING: Erm... probably R (violence and NPC death) STATUS: In Progress
Darla arrived at MacArthur Park within ten minutes of her reply to the female werewolf. She was dressed casually - a pair of snug-fitting jeans, low-cut shirt, and black boots - and managed to blend in with the handful of humans milling about without issue. Of course, that was all part of it, now wasn't it? Blending in, seeming 'normal', luring humans to their certain doom... oh, how she did enjoy being a vampire.
She had fed earlier that afternoon so, really, she wasn't all that hungry. However, that didn't mean she had any issue with feeding again if it meant giving the girl who had asked for assistance what she sought. After all, there was no rule that said she had to drain the victim completely dry.
Leaning lightly against a large boulder near a scattering of trees, the blonde allowed a smile to cross her face at the thought of the night ahead. It would be a first, hunting alongside a werewolf. Especially one that wasn't even transformed. Most wolves here tended to be fairly mild humans and only allowed their animalistic side to emerge as the full moon drew near. This girl, however, she was different. Special. And Darla did enjoy special things.
Of course, she also enjoyed punctuality too. So she hoped, for Lavender's sake, that she was on time to this little meeting. Darla would hate to have to snap the girl's neck like a twig before she'd even gotten a chance to see her in action.