[center][h1][color=B9C66E]Mona Windrider[/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.ibb.co/cXFZWZB/Mona.jpg[/img]

[i][color=B9C66E]Location:[/color] Sylvi and Tate's Room
[color=B9C66E]Skills: [/color][/i][/center]
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The sight of the young blonde drinking blood straight out of the freshly dead man had Mona backing up a few paces.  Should she 'Woosh' out of here again?  Should she 'Woosh' Myth with her?  The woman seemed to know these people and she imagined this was something they normally didn't do.  This was further determined through Sylvi's action of scooting back away from the body with blood all over her face like a small child who had just dug into a mincemeat pie.

Now, Mona would never claim to be smart.  She didn't have all of that book learning that many others had.  She couldn't even necessarily call herself naturally clever.  She had a few things she was very good at and often a hard time following lines of conversation.  However, mere hours ago... days?  How long had they been in the future place?  Did time flow differently?  Well, however long ago it had been, and it had not been that long, Mona had seen a slew of vampires draining blood from corpses.  And lots and lots and lots of corpses. And many, many deaths.  In this case, there were far too many puzzle pieces already in place for her to miss the picture.

She frowned at the young man as he tried to make excuses.  Something about weird rituals.  This only further confused her.  And he asked her to drink blood?  Was into some sick vampiric cult thing?  Did he get off on watching women drink blood?  Fucking weirdo.  Mona slowly shook her head and said, [color=B9C66E]"Tha' dere waif be a fookin' vam'pyre."[/color]