*As she sits in her garden, in a realm outside of the “real world” Isabella is distracted at the unusual amount of Fae activity in the Garden, ~busy little bees aren’t you~ she speaks to the tiny creatures who keep up with the plants and nature in her realm… The hunger hits her like a ton of bricks sometimes, the baby inside her making the hunger even stronger... Her Vetala side is so demanding… as he grows older and closer to birth, her thirst grows with his age... At one point she could feed upon a human for days… when lately she was draining them in a night… She sat back and closed her eyes… trying ever so hard to get blood off of her mind… but it was all that crossed her now, she felt her two sets of fangs trying to escape her subtle frown upon her face… It was almost boring hunting them now… seeing as how her powers of illusion have grown to where she can be miles away and make a person think they are facing death… make them paralyzed in their fear, to wait for her to approach them… The game of feeding has lost it’s touch on her.. as she runs her fingers through her long locks of hair framing her face, she tries to come up with a more entertaining way to fill her evening…shifting is always fun… She gets up and lays upon the grass, grabbing a gorgeous flower, only created in her realm… twirling it in her fingers.*
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 06:20:56 +0000
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