[h3][b]チェリーハンター[/b][/h3]

Like a golden ghost, Cherry Hunter stalked through the moonlit streets of Rokuro-shi. Her small, fragile appearance, like a porcelain doll, belied her true nature as a dangerous predator. Even with her heart stolen, her body hobbled and her power mostly gone, she was far and away more powerful than whatever misbegotten humans roamed the streets at night. On bare feet she padded through the winding side streets and alleyways, wandering like the lost spirit that she felt like. That [i]child[/i] had ordered her to survey the city, keeping her senses open for any sign of conflict as the White Night approached. The city seemed still at the moment, and so Cherry instead was searching for a meal.

A lone bloodscent intrigued her. This city was of a decent size, and so violence was likely not uncommon, but it would not go unnoticed for long. Cherry slowly tracked the scent, taking a winding path around to the approximate location where she had traced the source. She avoided notice, melding with shadows when passerby approached, and emerging once they had passed. Though it would be easy to kill them if they caused her any trouble, that child objected to such things and had bound her into pacifism.

The scent of blood was reached, in a typical misbegotten alley. A man stood in about in an oblivious daze, bleeding conspicuously from a wound on his neck. Cherry approached cautiously, but the man seemed completely dead to the world around him. As she moved to feed, Cherry got a closer look at his wound. What she saw made her eyes narrow in predatory instinct. Bite marks. Not just that, fang marks. There was another vampire in Rokuro-shi. The man was clearly hypnotized, and likely would remember nothing of the incident, but Cherry could not rule out the possibility that he had been turned. She moved to break his neck, a killing blow while he was still mortal and not yet a threat, but remembered again her master's reservations against killing. Cherry snarled and left the man alone, not bothering to feed on another's leftovers. Cherry melded with the shadows of the alley, and reemerged on the closest rooftop. She had a new bloodscent to track.