A man most strange caught the woman’s eye as she walked the streets. His mouth curved into a half-smile when he saw his gaze returned, and proceeded to plow through people to get to her. Surveying him as she walked closer, Mioska would have found him attractive… had it not been for the sharp, shark-like teeth, and the red mist of a vampire flowing off his body as he walked.

Her blood-red eyes focused only on him, the shadow magic in her very soul casting everything else into darkness. This allowed her the ability to determine this man was the evil presence they sensed earlier.

Remember, Vaskalen whispered. If he wants to destroy this place and kill everyone in it, kill him first, then proceed with the others.

The woman gave a slight nod, the vampiric stranger now upon her as the rest of civilization returned to her sight. His ripped and toned body towered over her petite figure in a great contrast. An idiot could tell he harbored great physical strength, and not from muscles alone. The monstrous sword on his back surpassed Vaskalen in length, size, and mass. However, they doubted it was nearly as powerful as the Sword of Hellfire.

He came to a stop just a foot away, making her crane her neck in order to look him in the eye. She smiled at him warmly, trying to get back into her previous state of mind. “Hi!” She said bubbly. “What brings such a big guy like you to a tiny thing like me?”

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(Avy by insaney, sig by an assortment of various ZUers present and past. You know who you are. =3)
Figments of my Imagination.