kin recognizes kin - though the blood running through him is different. strigoi? moroi? perhaps something much more ancient than that? curiosity fans the flame in her chest. it’s a rarity that there’s a mystery to be solved when it comes to the vampiress. she had stopped on this dying island only for a quick reprieve. a storm had passed through, the lightning making it too dangerous for her to simply ignore. it had died down eventually and verona sought to exploring. she smelt the air of death as soon as she breezed by the church. the thrum of vampiric venom caught her attention next. her gaze snapping to the priest ( a cruel irony not lost on her ) before her lips quirk into a muted smirk. a holy man of all people. “it’s rather late and dangerous for a walk, isn’t it, @terrorpriest?” she calls out and slowly approaches.