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Selene (bulletsandblood) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

The squealing sound of hinges startled her -- though she managed not to jump -- and she spun toward the sound, eyes bright and fangs pressing against her lip inside her mouth. She wasn't sure which bothered her more, the sight of the man or that he called out her name. Granted, she supposed whoever was behind all this knew exactly who and what everyone was. They certainly seemed to know what she was, judging by the situations she'd thus found herself in. But there was something else about him, something she couldn't put her finger on, and that just made her all the more uneasy.

Selene allowed herself a quiet snarl since she had to hold back from simply attacking. Well, perhaps she didn't have to, but she was fairly certain such an effort wouldn't work out quite the way she hoped. Lunging at lycans and vampires on sight was different as she had centuries to understand precisely how the species worked. He was something different altogether, and the hunter, the survivor at her core told her it was best to observe and note all she could and save retaliation for another day.

She stalked over at a human pace, entire body tense and on guard. As she did one hand pulled the journal out from inside her coat and she held it out once she was close enough for it to be taken from her. She didn't dare come closer than arm's length. "What are you, and why am I here?" Selene didn't expect any sort of real answer but the questions came anyway.