Though it is not common sense, it is in the dead of the night where the ghoul finds comfort, she feels free to roam as she pleases without a care in the world. Heels clack against cold pavement, announcing her presence to no one in particular as if she owns this place and, in a certain way, she does. There’s no other ghoul here to snatch this place from her hands, so it is only safe to claim it hers while the chance is there. The silence within these hours feeds her confidence, which she already overflows with. But her moment of solace was abruptly shortened the moment an odd scent made its presence, and just like that, the ghoul ought to listen to her instincts, and hid within the shadows.
Ghouls are dangerous by nature. You shouldn’t get involved with one, not even if you’re another ghoul. You shouldn’t trust one, you shouldn’t sympathize with this kind. These are Rize’s personal thoughts on the matter, and the disgust that sparkles in her every time she sees human and ghoul together in peace… It’s hilarious… it’s atrocious. A hunter sparing their prey. What a complete waste of time.
There’s nothing to fear when you are the predator. Sparing the weak makes you vulnerable. That’s how she’s made it alive up until now, because the world has never been kind to her ever since birth.
If given the chance, this ghoul will swallow the world.
“I must say the same,” rare are the occasions where she’s caught so easily. If living at her own luck had taught her anything, is that hiding when the case is lost is useless. It’ll make things worse. The predator stepped from the shadows, fully revealing herself, and she’s not happy about it. “These are my hunting grounds, and I do not like it when newcomers barge in reeking of death. Flattery will get you nowhere, that much I can tell you.” that’s not entirely true, had their encounter occurred at a different place and day, Rize might’ve be interested. But not now when she feels cornered.
The slither of laughter tugged at her tongue, spilled through the very cracks of her lips that would then tilt at the corners in her amusement. Yes, she could see her now, emerging from the shadows that had so clung to her; as she had been borne of them. And, oh, indeed, the smell of her was a thing of great curiosity! Foul, heavy and near suffocating---very much like her own presence, the sort that would surely send another scattering through these streets as if a rat attempting to escape its hunter. Yet how soft in her manner...from the curve of her face to the amaranth of her hair, carrying about in appearances none would ever find cause to fear but to trust; she was beautiful. All the more to make her dangerous.
The wiser man would turn upon their heel and carry on with a regard for their life.
Alas, she was no man nor had she much care for her own longevity.
She had always been a beacon for creatures such as this, hadn't she? As if moths drawn to a flame, the supernatural were never too far off from her heel. They came to her unwilling, unknowing; naught but lost lambs lining up for the slaughter, left to fall by her blade and satisfy an insatiable hunger. Such was the nature of the iron-blooded, hot-blooded, cold-blooded Vampire. Foolish of her, perhaps, to have ever entertained the thought of this place being an exception to the rule. Much time had she to contemplate the nature of those living behind the closed doors of this city, however.
Smothering the natural, incorrigible lift of her lips, Kiss-Shot softly clicked her tongue to the sharpness of her teeth, ``How fortunate for thee, then, that I am not one for frivolous pleasantries. I wast but making an observation, was all.`` Careful to keep her hostess well within her line of sight, the blonde took an idle step forward, and then another, and another---approaching and yet going nowhere in particular; as if testing the very limits of her apparent trespassing. ``I cameth to see the sights and hath found myself wandering these streets, I hadst no intention of staying long. At ease, girl,`` and then a pause, ``I has't little interest in what vermin thou has't tucked away here.``
Softly, she canted her head.
`` ... humor me: what art thee?``
