If here was one thing Teresa truly hated, it were the undead. Especially those blasted vampired, who believed they were so vastly superior to all living being. Having lived hundreds of years and bragging about it… the shamelessness of it all. That and the fact that for some reason they all seemed to think the silver eyed witch was interesting for having outlived almost all of them. Apparently that somehow gave her a cult status and somehow that meant she had been getting target by vampires through-out the centuries.
Oh not the good ones, just the ones who wanted to establish their own bloodline and gain a lot of prestige at once. Apparently she was considered the big prize, the big cheese.
‘As if I would ever let myself be compared to such a common subtance.’ She thought to herself as she waited in the corner of the inn, her nose raised in the air as a sign of some latent pride. Enjoying a cigarette and drink as she kept her eyes on the door.
Since they always targeted her, Teresa had always made sure to eradicate any large hives prematurely. She had established good connections to the hunter guild and they kept her informed. It simply saved her a lot of time and saved a lot of good taverns and bars from being destroyed by becoming the stage for a brawl between her and the ungodly night crawlers. So when the guild had sent out word to her that new type or breed of vampire had possibly taken root in the cursed lands, she reacted quickly.
Undead were like rabbits. They leave a lot of mess and they spread very rapidly if left unchecked.
Still experience had thought her wisely, so she tried to always go together when hunting vampires. It just took a single slip-up and she would be fighting transformation urges for weeks. Just the thought was enough to make her cringe. It was rather a lot easier to detox from a major drug addiction, then from the stuff vampires use to transform a living being into one of their own.
So once she had received the word, she had send word to her two trusted companions and asked if they would join them here. In this creepy old tavern on the border of the haunted lands.
WC: 384
TWC: 384
@Lyretich
@Yingvi
Oh not the good ones, just the ones who wanted to establish their own bloodline and gain a lot of prestige at once. Apparently she was considered the big prize, the big cheese.
‘As if I would ever let myself be compared to such a common subtance.’ She thought to herself as she waited in the corner of the inn, her nose raised in the air as a sign of some latent pride. Enjoying a cigarette and drink as she kept her eyes on the door.
Since they always targeted her, Teresa had always made sure to eradicate any large hives prematurely. She had established good connections to the hunter guild and they kept her informed. It simply saved her a lot of time and saved a lot of good taverns and bars from being destroyed by becoming the stage for a brawl between her and the ungodly night crawlers. So when the guild had sent out word to her that new type or breed of vampire had possibly taken root in the cursed lands, she reacted quickly.
Undead were like rabbits. They leave a lot of mess and they spread very rapidly if left unchecked.
Still experience had thought her wisely, so she tried to always go together when hunting vampires. It just took a single slip-up and she would be fighting transformation urges for weeks. Just the thought was enough to make her cringe. It was rather a lot easier to detox from a major drug addiction, then from the stuff vampires use to transform a living being into one of their own.
So once she had received the word, she had send word to her two trusted companions and asked if they would join them here. In this creepy old tavern on the border of the haunted lands.
WC: 384
TWC: 384
@Lyretich
@Yingvi