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It was one of those odd nights in Teneber where the weather outside the town didn't quite match up with that inside the town borders. Blanketing the forest floor was a shimmering layer of frost, a chill that didn't quite touch the residents in their comfortable bubble of spring time warmth. The weather wasn't odd to the normal residents of the town, however any outsider would be confused at the warmth of this particular night in January. The full moon watched over the world, a silent guardian breaking through the darkness to light the way for late travelers. 

This particular night, however, the pathways were lined with decorative lanterns to ward off the darkness even further. Young children were running around at an hour they should have been sleeping, unattended by unworried parents. Tonight was the first night after the changing of the year, a festive time for the people of Teneber. No one could remember how this particular festival started, but for the first two nights following the start of the new year the town closed its borders and socialized through the night. Unfortunately for the teens of Tenenber, it also marked the last two days of their "winter" break, not that it mattered to any of them anyway. The smell of food filled the air, mingling with the laughter of the relaxed population. Beer vendors served teenagers and adults alike, spreading the cheer and high spirits to all willing to pay for them. With the clearing so bright, one would almost miss the giant mansion looming over the town. Perhaps that was the original reason for the Festival of Fortune, to drive the dark walls away with the lights of thousands of burning candles... But such stories were only fairy tails woven by the town's elderly. 

Standing at the edge of the circle of light was a young woman with lightly tinted hair, seemingly dyed a soft pink to further accentuate the paleness of her eyes. The hazy blue watched passerby's casually, remaining unnoticed by those happened to walk past. The woman inhaled deeply, taking in the various scents of food, liquor and people alike. A shiver ran down her spine as excitement filled her veins, the old feelings of a brewing hunt returning after her decades away from Teneber. Licking her lips, the odd woman stepped from the shadows into the light filled street. The light revealed a unique outfit, elegant, but out of place even for the dated town. Clothed in a blouse-like dress that stopped mid-calf, the long sleeves bellowed out to ruffles around her slender wrists. The neck was tied off with a pink, satin bow garnished with a jewel that matched the color of her eyes. Her knee-high boots were heeled and laced up the front, somehow adding an even further illusion to elegance in the modern world. Despite its oddness, the outfit was quite simple and drew no more attention than her pink hair did as she walked slowly down the road. 

The woman seemed to float through the crowd without drawing much attention aside from the occasional child staring at her in wonder. She let her nose guide her through the town, wandering for a while before latching on to a particular scent. Just recently a girl smelling strongly of mint had walked the path, leaving behind a mouth water scent. An irritating itch had been bothering the young woman's throat for days now, something that wouldn't go away with just anything. Picking up her pace only slightly, Ysabella started on her path to finding the person carrying mint gum in their pocket.

It didn't take very long for Ysabella to catch up, sidestepping into the shadows before reappearing on the path several feet ahead of her intended target. She turned her head slowly to study the blonde child, a young girl who still looked to be in high school. The smell of mint was so overpowering that Ysabella almost missed seeing the eye patch, a small detail that didn't bother the 'immortal' all that greatly. [color=f49ac2]"What a shame to ruin such beauty."[/color] Ysabella's voice rang through the air like wind chimes, light but filled to the brim with superiority. Her Italian accent was audible but just barely, difficult to pick out if one wasn't familiar with it. Fixating her eyes on her prey, Ysabella smiled, ignoring the rest of the world around them. Stepping forward lightly, Ysabella closed the distance between them, her excitement under control but ever growing. [color=f49ac2]"Does the broken beauty have a name? Or was that stolen along with your left eye?"[/color] Ysabella's own eyes flashed with a mischief, hoping to rile up the child. Nothing tasted better than blood hot with rage or fear.