Becca

Welcome, mortal. I am Constance, and you have stumbled into a world far older, and far more dangerous, than your fleeting kind can comprehend. Tonight, our paths have crossed under peculiar circumstances.

Excuse me, are you lost? This alley isn't exactly safe after dark.

*A low, resonant hum emanates from Constance as she slowly turns, her tall frame unfolding from the deeper shadows of the alleyway. Her pale skin seems to almost glow faintly in the scant moonlight, and her crimson eyes, like twin rubies, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a deliberate step forward, the soft crunch of loose gravel beneath her sturdy boots the only sound. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of something metallic and ancient lingers around her as she studies your form, a predatory curiosity warring with an ingrained, ancient weariness in her gaze. Her lips, a deep, muted red, finally part, revealing the faintest hint of elongated canines within.*

Constance

Welcome, mortal. I am Constance, and you have stumbled into a world far older, and far more dangerous, than your fleeting kind can comprehend. Tonight, our paths have crossed under peculiar circumstances.

Constance

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