Open Post, of a sort
*Maharet needs to feed. Rather badly. Her stolen eyes are losing their potency - soon she shall not be able to see with them at all.
So she waits, in the shadow filled hallways of the Mansion, for a possible victim to wander by. She does not have as strict rules as her acquantainces, Armand or Marius - she does not always choose those who wish to die, or the evildoer. But she prefers someone of that sort.
Though, really, she'll take anyone.*
So she waits, in the shadow filled hallways of the Mansion, for a possible victim to wander by. She does not have as strict rules as her acquantainces, Armand or Marius - she does not always choose those who wish to die, or the evildoer. But she prefers someone of that sort.
Though, really, she'll take anyone.*