[h3]Paisley[/h3]
Currently at the tavern.

Her wine had grown cold, the itch for blood strengthened with each passing moment. She gave a paperthin, hungered expression to all the pulses in the room, gathered her lanky, deeply colored skirt and scrambled out the main door of the tavern. Only for a moment. To find a deer, a family of squirrels to pillage... an unsuspecting human being. The strawberry blonde escaped with the click of the door. Hopefully the establishment wouldn't shift too soon...