In the woodlands and mountainous regions of the Sirantil Valley, a lone traveler could be seen making his way through the area, stopping every now and then to take a swig from his waterskin before continuing on. The man was somewhat stocky and hairy, with bulging arms and legs and a wide girth, sporting the beginnings of a beard and gray starting to color his hair at the temples. He wore a worn leather outfit with gauntlets around his biceps and carried a short sword that had seen better days as it was slightly rusty but could still deal damage to anyone deemed a threat.
It was dusk, quickly turning into night as the man stopped at a river to refill his waterskin. As he was bending down to do exactly that, a sudden blur of movement like a black shadow moved across his line of vision. Before he could fathom what was happening or use his sword to attack, whatever it was had roughly grabbed him, red nails gouging into his skin and sharply twisting his neck at a most uncomfortable angle but not enough to snap it. The man cried out in alarm but was quickly silenced as his mouth was covered and the shadow sank her fangs into his neck where the main artery was and began drinking deeply of his blood. She drank and drank until she had her fill, the man now dead and completely drained of all blood.
With a satisfied sigh, blood dripping down her crimson lips, the vampire unceremoniously dropped the corpse onto the ground with a dull thump! The man, now pale and white as death itself had an expression of horror and fear permanently etched on his features. A beautiful work of art, Laetitia thought with amusement and a sick sense of pleasure. She rather thought that was a fine meal and by the darkness had she been hungry! Somewhat sated, her hunger temporarily abated (for the moment anyway), she then roughly kicked the corpse into the river and cackled a chilling laugh.
The vampire squatted down to examine the dull sword the victim had carried, before kicking that into the river too with a huff of disgust. "Useless piece of garbage, that. It obviously didn't do him any good." With that she laughed again and licked her lips of the remaining drops of blood, savoring the coppery flavor it gave. Fear always made the blood taste richer and more fulfilling. Laetitia had been ravenous, more so than usual and after the hunt earlier in the eve with her crew of vamps she found it did little to quench her thirst for blood. So while most of her crew of 'vampies' were sleeping, Laetitia decided to go out and find more food for herself. Her eyes still retained a deep black color, slowly returning to their normal hue of cold gray as the exhilaration of the hunt wore off.
Smoothing out her ebony-colored dress, Laetitia made to return back to her home turf, a cave situated on the outskirts of Connloath its entrance hidden by trailing vines and gnarled weeds which covered it like a fine curtain of wild growth. It was the perfect place to set up camp and to hunt, remote enough but not too remote. As she was making her way there with silent steps, her head snapped up in attention, gray-black eyes quickly scanning and sniffing out her surroundings. She detected a creature nearby, non-human. What it was she couldn't rightly say. Standing still and quiet, she positioned herself carefully, stretching her senses outward and awaiting for whatever it was to make itself known.
