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You are LADY AVALSIDAL ANNAPURNA, the LAST of the OLD WORLD VAMPIRES, the MASTER of the MISERICORDE, and the PRINCESS of all MONSTERKIND. Your beauty and grace are second to none–as silver dust on the wind, as the marble icons of the old masters.
You float aloft in the sky above the capitol of the kingdom, the breeze of half-summer cool on your wings as you slip the sleeves of your poet shirt over your skin. The sun has begun dipping past the sea, the moon just cresting over the woods to shine over the city. You cast your gaze downward–humans dance and sing and eat in the streets like so many insects beneath your feet. Your lips curl.
You have come to this godforsaken land in want of a warm body. You prefer your fare of the flesh monstrous–corpses and beasts, as it were–but once in a blue moon, a rare thirst strikes your throat that you might only slake with a beating heart. You smirk, face warm with tonic as you begin your descent upon your hunting grounds. You have your eyes set on a church orphanage, where your banquet lies in wait..
Tonight you are on the prowl for NUN COOCHIE, the most forbidden of all coochie.
>Observe your target more closely.
>Land, and make yourself known.
>Consider your circumstances.
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