Let it Flow
Persephone had intended to do something of the sort. The Ancient leech stalked the shadows of Coruscant on this night. Seen when she wished it, unseen when she wished it. The people that saw her were generally those she had business with. Always curt, always very brisk. A few words exchanged, then she would depart. The rhythmic click of her golden heels audible as she performed a practiced, sultry walk through the undercity streets. Currently she passed by one of their clubs. Only passing, no interest in stopping. She hadn't fed in some time, and tonight that was her true goal. She needed to feed upon something living... Something warm, and inviting. Though all of these people, they were poor quality. They could be drained, and tossed over a railing. No one would miss them, and in line with the quality of anima (blood) they gave, most would think they were drugged out; simply falling because they had lost their grip on reality.
And yet, there was something particular tickling her nose this evening. She couldn't pinpoint it, but she had smelled it earlier in the same evening. Something... Purer. Not from this town. If so, they hadn't lived here in years. A woman, a grown one... She took care of herself; the scents she wore on her form only an annoyance to the Sangnir. It was the scent emanating from her flesh that caused the creature to loosely click along the trail. Briefly, she would walk into shadowy areas, the clicking of her heels stopping suddenly and continuing in a different spot. As if she was walking through secret doorways. Still, she was hardly noticeable. for purpose. Those that did notice her fell victim to the aforementioned shadow walking; simply spotting a tall lithe woman, then not seeing her again.
She had no interest in the usual oil she sucked to live. This Cinnamon, Cardamom, and Rosemary scent was intoxicating; causing her lips to part as the smell of the individual permeated her nose. It was these very types her kind seek to imprison and bleed over many years, instead of killing off immediately. Rare, she almost wanted to put the poor soul on a bed of roses before indulging. Little did she know what exactly she was tailing. Having shut herself off from the Force for some time, she would register as relatively Force Dead, while she was the furthest thing from. The Force was simply dangerous to her kind.
She saw it like an open broadcast. Sure, she could sense others, and defend herself. But others could just as easily sense her, at times without the knowledge of one party. That would not do. As such, with simple spells and enchantments, the Force did not touch, or move through her unless she willed it. Not to be confused with her being invisible. The Force instead formed around her, with whatever she was registering as a malicious anomaly to any skilled enough to look for such things. Not Sith in nature, but... Malicious. Dark... Simply creating an abscess in the area one were to observe.
Her heels clipped along, the blood red dress on her form flitting gently in the cool breeze, matched by the wispy movement of her ivory white hair. Icy-Blue hues slowly scanning the street as the smell only became stronger. A younger her might have succumbed to letting her mouth water. She needed to taste it. Perhaps even capture it for her private collection. Yet, she again had no idea what she was tailing. What a surprise did she have waiting. She had fed on Jedi before, and Sith to boot. The Sith were usually less tasty, but their blood was strong.
Jedi on the other hand, were sweet; their lifestyles only seeming to improve their health, which improved everything about them. It was safe to say she was a connoisseur on the topic of blood. She would walk for another six minutes or so before stopping suddenly, head swiveling as the smell seemed to swell near the area.
"That is intoxicating..."
She mumbled, continuing to clip along and stalk her prey.
Valery Noble
And yet, there was something particular tickling her nose this evening. She couldn't pinpoint it, but she had smelled it earlier in the same evening. Something... Purer. Not from this town. If so, they hadn't lived here in years. A woman, a grown one... She took care of herself; the scents she wore on her form only an annoyance to the Sangnir. It was the scent emanating from her flesh that caused the creature to loosely click along the trail. Briefly, she would walk into shadowy areas, the clicking of her heels stopping suddenly and continuing in a different spot. As if she was walking through secret doorways. Still, she was hardly noticeable. for purpose. Those that did notice her fell victim to the aforementioned shadow walking; simply spotting a tall lithe woman, then not seeing her again.
She had no interest in the usual oil she sucked to live. This Cinnamon, Cardamom, and Rosemary scent was intoxicating; causing her lips to part as the smell of the individual permeated her nose. It was these very types her kind seek to imprison and bleed over many years, instead of killing off immediately. Rare, she almost wanted to put the poor soul on a bed of roses before indulging. Little did she know what exactly she was tailing. Having shut herself off from the Force for some time, she would register as relatively Force Dead, while she was the furthest thing from. The Force was simply dangerous to her kind.
She saw it like an open broadcast. Sure, she could sense others, and defend herself. But others could just as easily sense her, at times without the knowledge of one party. That would not do. As such, with simple spells and enchantments, the Force did not touch, or move through her unless she willed it. Not to be confused with her being invisible. The Force instead formed around her, with whatever she was registering as a malicious anomaly to any skilled enough to look for such things. Not Sith in nature, but... Malicious. Dark... Simply creating an abscess in the area one were to observe.
Her heels clipped along, the blood red dress on her form flitting gently in the cool breeze, matched by the wispy movement of her ivory white hair. Icy-Blue hues slowly scanning the street as the smell only became stronger. A younger her might have succumbed to letting her mouth water. She needed to taste it. Perhaps even capture it for her private collection. Yet, she again had no idea what she was tailing. What a surprise did she have waiting. She had fed on Jedi before, and Sith to boot. The Sith were usually less tasty, but their blood was strong.
Jedi on the other hand, were sweet; their lifestyles only seeming to improve their health, which improved everything about them. It was safe to say she was a connoisseur on the topic of blood. She would walk for another six minutes or so before stopping suddenly, head swiveling as the smell seemed to swell near the area.
"That is intoxicating..."
She mumbled, continuing to clip along and stalk her prey.
Valery Noble
