Post by Nyx Darter on Nov 29, 2011 17:08:38 GMT -5
It was fairly late, at the time when anyone who didn't want to be hurt would be off the streets, just in case. It was unlikely they would actually get hurt, but the fear was what tended to keep them in their houses with the curtains firmly drawn, and they would stay there until the sun came up again and it was 'safe' to go outside. Of course safe was only a relative term but the residents of Hogsmeade tended not to think about that too much.
Nyx was looking very feral tonight as she prowled the streets, like a panther. Her bare feet were silent as she padded along the cobbled streets of the small high street. Her long, beautiful red hair was flowing behind her like a flaming wave, wild and uncontrolable. Her pale skin glowed under the moonlight and her bright eyes glowed with hunger and lust as she looked over the empty streets, searching for a body to prey on. Her tongue flicked over her lips and for a moment her sharp teeth could be seen glinting in the light.
Her dress looked like it had once been grand and elegant, but now it was worn and ripped, but that only added to her dangerous, predetory beauty.
She was laughing inside her head as she slowly made her way up the street, hoping desperatly that she would be able to find an unlucky resident who had failed to get into their house before sunset who she could drink from.
Nyx was looking very feral tonight as she prowled the streets, like a panther. Her bare feet were silent as she padded along the cobbled streets of the small high street. Her long, beautiful red hair was flowing behind her like a flaming wave, wild and uncontrolable. Her pale skin glowed under the moonlight and her bright eyes glowed with hunger and lust as she looked over the empty streets, searching for a body to prey on. Her tongue flicked over her lips and for a moment her sharp teeth could be seen glinting in the light.
Her dress looked like it had once been grand and elegant, but now it was worn and ripped, but that only added to her dangerous, predetory beauty.
She was laughing inside her head as she slowly made her way up the street, hoping desperatly that she would be able to find an unlucky resident who had failed to get into their house before sunset who she could drink from.
