#maskedexpanse

[rcverist]

@maskedexpanse

Mikaella had been staring at the girl with the large, curly brown hair for quite some time now. Looking down every so often to add detail to her sketch. She’s given the girl very cat-like features-- well, she has just drawn an anthropomorphic cat and given it a head of curly hair, really-- yet despite how the other might appear outwardly, the drawing contrasted that. The cat, which she decides should be named ‘Delora’, appeared scared- cautious almost. While the girl seemed confident in herself, looking always prepared to fight. Mikaella tilts her head slightly, examining the girl once more before she pipes up, “If we’re wrapping ourselves up to conceal any vulnerability, whatever happens to us has to go through all those extra layers.” It may sound nonsensical, but the time spent in observing the other girl meant she had noticed something about her no one seem to have yet.

[bcautifullyarchivcd]

@maskedexpanse — 

As a creature of the night, both species-wise and due to habit because of the establishment he ran, his eyes were sharp where others would be blinded by the cloak of darkness. It was on one of Joshua’s breaks that he’d sighted a seemingly fledgling vampire, and recognized the familiar nervousness and self-hatred for what they had to do to survive. Tailing her was easy enough, making sure the lights were out before slipping in the business card that held the directions to get to his place under her door.

Eventually, he knew she’d come to seek him out, knowing that she’d need to feed again.

His podium lay just beyond the top of the stairwell, the joint busy as always. As the host, he had a certain mannerism to maintain, and it remained -- though the grin was perhaps broader than usual as he welcomed the newest guest. “Welcome to the Hunting Club. I’ve been expecting you, ma’am. Hope it wasn’t too much trouble finding this place?”