[color=6ecff6][i]Ophelia sat silently in front of the fireplace which threw heat toward her and crackled in the evening air. She watched as the flames danced and played together, creating a story for her to watch. Her mind wasn't really on anything in particular, and she chewed at her bottom lip, her fangs pressing into the cold flesh sharply, though the pain didn't phase her. Her throat burned slightly with thirst and she considered waiting another night to feed, but knew that she'd be starting some new classes at the Silvermoon Pier Alliance within a couple of days, and figured it would be a bad idea to wait. 

Where she went to hunt depended on how thirsty she was. If her throat burned like acid, she would feed on humans who she knew were homeless and had no family. If not, she fed on animals to just satisfy. She shook her head gently to erase the thought from her mind for a while, and pulled the throw blanket over her legs more snugly and shut her eyes.[/i][/color]