❊ anastasia blooms ❊ abyssal fleet ❊
✧ Peering into the full moon that rose high into the sky with her dreary crimson eyes, the coven of the feminine sanguine would raise her hand outward to manifest a single droplet of ruby red blood, allowing it to waver until it formed a moon of its own- it would appear to sit in the center of the moon in her vision, levitating within her grasp. It was nearing the start of a new day in the eyes of the world, and though now was primetime for a sly vampire to feed on the unsuspecting, she already had her supply handled for the next days that would pass. Time was but another thing that was difficult for Anastasia to grasp; growing up within a coven of vampires in the underground meant a constant cycle of fulfilling one's duties, and though the extensive research she had done on her human counterparts was just as strange as it was true, it was such a strange thing to finally live around. But in a way, it was beautiful to the girl of the underworld in its own strange quirks. What a strange thought it was for her to think of what her life would have been like if she hadn't been saved by her coven- she wouldn't have it any other way than the way she had it now.
A multitude of different reasons lead the supreme of her coven to the town of Hargeon, and though she would appear to be an ordinary mage overlooking the sea within the dreary night to the few that would pass her by, she would be wavering her magic within the moonlight with a purpose. It would serve as a compass of sorts due to the resonance of the magical power that rested at the other end the blood would pull toward- the abundant magical output that was flowing deeper out to sea, marking her destination for the night that was yet to come. Pointing to the outlier islands of Crescent Island, her hunch would prove to be true. A rival supreme by the name of Auresol Von Humfreig, one of the leaders of a vampire sect of the sanguinaeris and a proven enemy to the feminine sanguine coven would rest in a hidden crypt channeling immense magical power for who knows what reason; her intel from two of her inner circle would lead her to believe this fact, and though it was not the most common ordeal for her coven to attack another's leaders like this, an opportunity had presented itself to the newly stamped Abyssal Fleet member that she would not wish to pass up.
By defeating the rival supreme Stasi would be able to utilize his already immense magical output in tandem with her own to puncture a point in the fabric of space and time, and though it would be a difficult feat, she would be able to allow the flagship Andromeda to cross through the abyss in yet another location around the country. It would be an outlet to reinforce her coven by eliminating an influential leader in the underground territory, an enemy at that- it would be a win-win for both her guild and the close-knit chosen family of hers, a gate further into the mysteries that encompassed living upon the surface. Through the diamond-shaped gaps that would span across her vision due to the silky white ribbons that would encase her eyes like elongated glasses, she would eye the wooden stake that would sit in a pouch on her belt. Soaked in lethal toxins that would prove to be immensely efficient in the killing of other vampires, she would make sure to not even dare touch it without utilizing the plush white gloves that draped over her fingers and palms. A simple stab in the heart would do the trick, and though powerful, she knew that is all it would take to kill the wretched man that made the livelihoods of her coven's members much more tricky over the past few centuries.
Resting her fangs on the outside of her lips as she would bite the bottom, she would allow her eyes to peer back and forth on the dock she stood upon, awaiting the arrival of a stranger- it was her hope a woman of similar nature was the one that found her request of assistance in vampire slaughter upon the job boards of the dark aligning, though she did not expect such a miracle. If she were to take to the seas she would need the tiniest bit of reinforcement, and she did not feel as though her cat would prove worthy enough to take on that role.
"You're not strong enough to kill even a fly, are you?" she would lean down and stroke her gloved fingers across her black cat's fur, petting its neck as it would continuously roll about in elation, "it's okay lovebug, you don't have to be."
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open to anyone of the dark alignment! pls dm if you're interested or have any questions, or even just go ahead and hop in! i'm looking to cap this at three or four thread members including myself if there is interest from a few of you <3
