07-13-2018, 05:45 AM
Catheryn thrives at night, definitely more so than during the day, considering the affliction upon her soul. Sunlight doesn't exactly kill her, she's too young a vampire for the archaic traditions to wreak havoc, but it's still irritating, and getting a skin rash isn't exactly at the top of her to-do list. Besides, Catheryn likes being underneath the moon, it's calming in a way she can't describe, a nice break from the rowdy antics of Rialto and Alex, and even Marko, who can't ever seem to decide whether or not to put his motorcycle helmet on.
She's out tonight for a walk, enjoying the silence save for a few crickets and the odd hooting owl, swooping past one building to land on another. There's some sort of argument going on at home, and she wants no part of it, so she'd climbed out her bedroom window, to avoid walking past the fight to use the front door, and here she is, strolling down the sidewalk, hands tucked securely into the pockets of her jeans.
The pattering footsteps of another causes her to pause, instinctively canting her head to the side in order to hear better. Catheryn doesn't make a habit out of hunting humans anymore, it's much too messy, and though companionship isn't something she actively desires, killing the human population of San Creado isn't what she wants, either. Nowadays, she gets most of her sustenance from blood sodas and infused juice boxes, easily obtainable from the local supermarket if she has enough cash on hand. Catheryn is toting a bottle of soda right now, swinging it lightly from her fingers, though she stops when the human girl she'd heard before slowly comes into view.
It's pretty late out, and from previous experience, most of the humans usually go back home once the sun sets, unless there's some sort of late night activity, or a party in the old pineapple, but as in every generalization, there are the outliers. "You're out quite late," she comments, making sure to stop underneath a street-light so that the stranger doesn't get too startled. However fun it is to scare people, sometimes it just gets old. "Being careful, I presume." The citizens of San Creado aren't prone to violence, but there are those who are a little more volatile than others. Angelo is just lucky Catheryn isn't one of those.
She's out tonight for a walk, enjoying the silence save for a few crickets and the odd hooting owl, swooping past one building to land on another. There's some sort of argument going on at home, and she wants no part of it, so she'd climbed out her bedroom window, to avoid walking past the fight to use the front door, and here she is, strolling down the sidewalk, hands tucked securely into the pockets of her jeans.
The pattering footsteps of another causes her to pause, instinctively canting her head to the side in order to hear better. Catheryn doesn't make a habit out of hunting humans anymore, it's much too messy, and though companionship isn't something she actively desires, killing the human population of San Creado isn't what she wants, either. Nowadays, she gets most of her sustenance from blood sodas and infused juice boxes, easily obtainable from the local supermarket if she has enough cash on hand. Catheryn is toting a bottle of soda right now, swinging it lightly from her fingers, though she stops when the human girl she'd heard before slowly comes into view.
It's pretty late out, and from previous experience, most of the humans usually go back home once the sun sets, unless there's some sort of late night activity, or a party in the old pineapple, but as in every generalization, there are the outliers. "You're out quite late," she comments, making sure to stop underneath a street-light so that the stranger doesn't get too startled. However fun it is to scare people, sometimes it just gets old. "Being careful, I presume." The citizens of San Creado aren't prone to violence, but there are those who are a little more volatile than others. Angelo is just lucky Catheryn isn't one of those.
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