The Graveyard; Sunday Evening [ 10/31 ].
Baron Alexander Gwydion Daventritous Llwedoratio Ignitous Saladar Victor Vincente the Third, Terror of the Night and Scourge of Skimpy Nightdresses, was having an unfortunately unsuccessful hunt so far. He blamed most of it on that blasted prince and his silly daggers, but he figured perhaps he should just take some moments to get back into the proper stride of things.
And what better way for a vampire to regain the proper mindset than stalking egregiously between the graves and headstones of a cemetery? Perhaps he might even get lucky and have a maiden wander through, as they sometimes did, or, at the very least, a party of foolish men hunting him down, to give him a nice fun distraction.
Until then, he'd have plenty of times to practice spreading his cloak out about him in a menacing fashion. He was an expert, of course, but it never hurt to fine-tune one's talents.
[[ open graveyard is open! ]]
And what better way for a vampire to regain the proper mindset than stalking egregiously between the graves and headstones of a cemetery? Perhaps he might even get lucky and have a maiden wander through, as they sometimes did, or, at the very least, a party of foolish men hunting him down, to give him a nice fun distraction.
Until then, he'd have plenty of times to practice spreading his cloak out about him in a menacing fashion. He was an expert, of course, but it never hurt to fine-tune one's talents.
[[ open graveyard is open! ]]