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First Culling - [Action / Voice]

[It's been two days since the wraith first arrived in Luceti. His confusion at his new surroundings (and wings) had left him bewildered. But he had avoided the human dwelling, scouting the area, learning about his situation. Under the cover of darkness, he had retrieved his belongings- a long black coat and his stun weapon. A thorough read through the journal appraised him of the situation. This morning, he took his first victim in secret. The body was promptly taken care of and hidden where it wouldn't be found. He would need to be less careless if he was to survive here for long. Once the population determined what he was doing, they'd turn on him in a moment.

There had been unexpected consequences to his feeding and he found himself in an almost euphoric mood. He had never experienced anything like this before. He was enjoying himself, in fact. The logical side of him recognized it as being problematic. Unsettling. Wrong. Yet he couldn't find himself too concerned with it. He would need to familiarize himself with the village. Today was as good as any other. So, strolling through the village is a tall, pale humanoid dressed in a black longcoat. ~~No, Sephiroth and his clones aren't back.~~ He will be in the general store and smithy inspecting the items, as well as the library perusing the various books for information. He seems to be in good spirits as he strolls around the village, but at all times he seems to be incredibly at ease. In control of the situation.

Later, he chooses to introduce himself. Better to present himself as friendly then to skulk in the shadows. He speaks in an unusual, alien voice. Despite its oddness, he sounds amicable and peaceful.]

I believe it is customary for 'New Feathers' to make themselves known to the village. Not an unusual custom, but I suppose most first introductions are associated with some measure of panic and worry. However, I believe I have already made myself adequately comfortable with the conditions here in this village. I will ask a question instead. Who among you are familiar with the Stargate? I understand on the planet Earth it is a highly guarded secret, so I will not be surprised if none of you are aware of it. Perhaps there might even be others such as myself, space faring people. Not that such knowledge is of use on this forsaken planet, but there might be information we could share.

[In the evening, he will return to the forest. He is not entirely comfortable staying in the village at the mercy of so many humans. Not when he can keep to himself. He'll just have to try and find some acceptable living arrangements. Perhaps one of the New Feather stations, for yet another night.]

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[This town is pretty Katie friendly, you know. Where else could a small child go out at all hours of the night and not have anyone demand she go to bed at a proper time? This morning, she decided to jump between every community building, landing with a loud child!roar and scaring away the birdlife (and...okay, maybe pouncing one or two that just weren't fast enough and all.) In lieu of skyscrapers, it's the best she's got, bouncing around like a ninja. It's a frivolous waste of magic, but Luceti is so full of magical beings sometimes it's just a good idea to burn through the excess before she drowns in it.

It breeds a certain complacency, of course.

Just after sunrise she drops discreetly to the ground at the town borders and yawns. If she's fast enough, maybe she'll get home early enough to have breakfast with Jack. Katie turns on her heel to head for the barracks.]

[By now, he was nearly shaking with hunger. He would've been wise to conserve his strength, fate had not been so kind to him. Nor had he come across a human alone in the woods. He had resigned himself to waiting for night to fall again, when he suddenly heard a child's noise.

He soon spotted the child, frowning a bit at her youth. His own kind had certain standards about youth, him in particular. She had yet to grow and breed. But then, he also had learned that she would revive again. This was his best opportunity, he would be a fool to miss it.

Slowly he raised his weapon, but realized quickly he could not keep a steady handy.. He would have to rely on surprise instead.]

[So summoning the full reserves of his speed, he moved swiftly. A flash of black and white, all that was truly clear was an incoming a hand with a strange opening in the palm. That hand quickly pressed to her chest, while another hand awkwardly went to cover her mouth and eyes. Though victims rarely had a chance to scream, he couldn't afford to take any chances.

The claws of his hand-mouth latched around her chest, while the hand itself begin a strange and indescribable experience that drew out her life force. It was like aging eighty years in half a minute. Only as a child, her aging did not include growing bigger and stronger. It means becoming weaker and weaker.]

[You know, sadly there's maybe a half second as he swoops down on her that Katie thinks it's just a game. Luceti has been good to her, in general. (You're meant to say 'guess who', you know.)

Then her survival instincts kick in, and she tries to engage magic to push him away. Another moment before she realises he's not human, and fae magic scrabbles for purchase. And before she can adjust to hook her magic into his pattern, something fastens onto her life force and leeches it away entirely.

It's not unlike being undone. Coming unravelled. She'd scream if she could.]

[For his part, it was invigorating. Moments into it, he began to realize something was different. He had 'tasted' strong humans, indeed. He had fed off Ancients, whose life force was so much more stronger than their simple human counterparts. But this one... it might be described as sweet. More rejuvenating than anything he had tried before.

He was nearly giddy by the time she was finished off. Standing to his feet, he was actually smirking in satisfaction. Well, he'd certainly chosen a good meal, hadn't he?

Which left... the matter of the girl.]

[Or perhaps he might get invited home with someone who is gliding along through the darkness just off the path, keeping level with him. Dru approves of that long, silvery hair. It reminds her of strong moonlight, and, since moonlight is one of her most VERY favorite things, she finds it very attractive.

It is a lonesome existence to subsist off wild animal blood and live alone by the Eastern Lake, but now she is stalking rather than approaching. Drusilla trusts no one here. She misses her vampire gang from home.

What she needs to do is sire more of her kind. Yes.

Lightly she steps, but not TOO lightly. She wants this stranger to hear her.]

[In truth, Guide had grown accustomed to doing his best work from the safety of a Hive. A political manipulator and a scientist, ground work was best left for grunts. But ten thousand years of conquest left him with a myriad of experience and his wraith senses were as finely honed as ever.

So he realized he was being followed rather quickly. The question was why and by whom. He did not break his pace, but instead neatly folded his hands behind him to indicate how utterly at ease he was. However, after about a minute of this passing, he spoke up.]

If you intend to show yourself, you should do so now rather than later.

[Out she steps from among the trees. Drusilla's hands are folded primly before her. She's a slight, demure little thing. Beautiful, in a strange, wide-eyed kind of way -- at least among her kind.]

Here. I am here, my lord.

[His mind was open. He had felt no Wraith, but he had been aware of other minds that were open like his. Until now he had not pursued them, but now that there was one here, it was like she was an open book. With but a tiny effort, he could reach inside to get her thoughts. But it was enough to be able to feel her mind. He would not penetrate it without cause. Wraith had their standards after all.

His lips curled into a grin at her greeting. Was she perhaps a wraith worshiper? He had never much cared for the idea of using humans in that way, but it was common among his brothers. Yet he could sense something was off about her. She wasn't alive. She was there. She was moving. But that ever present desire to feed was completely mute around her. It was like she was a moving corpse.]

Are you really? I can certainly see and feel you, but I wouldn't go so far as to say you are truly here.

[Then the mind-feeling was mutual -- a kind of psychic outreach, if you will. Drusilla draws back from it slightly, then closes her eyes and probes further. She does not have the same boundaries or standards. Very, very few, in fact.]

Maybe I'm not, my lord. Perhaps I am not here. But you -- you are brimming and powerful. I feel it right in the bottom of my belly.

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