[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Lila Moriarty[/h1][/center][/color]

The second Velai came with a mug of blood, Lila knew that it wasn't cold, tasteless blood. She could feel the warmth coming from it, the sweet and alluring smell of fresh blood. Without thinking twice, she slowly took the mug to her mouth. She wanted to savor every drop of that blood. The world around her wasn't important right now, the only thing that was important was that mug of fresh blood.
Lila knew it was Velai's blood. She knew that she cut herself, she could feel the familiar taste of pain in the warm blood, but she could also feel something different. Satisfaction... A sense of accomplishment...
Pain, suffering and fear gave the blood a distinct, familiar and wonderful taste. It was good, sure. But the taste of positive emotions were quite a delicacy. Lila only drank warm blood from her targets. Obviously, not even a single one of them had happy thoughts and positive feelings on their heads when they died, that made that kind of blood even more rare for Lila to find.
[color=C6DEFF]"People are... interesting."[/color] she thought to  herself. They were so imprevisible, so different from each other...

[color=slategray]"Should be lucky you don't work in Nero, doing that you'd be dead within an hour or so, feeding Nayu like that..."[/color] she heard a voice, interrupting the almost trance-like state she was in while savoring Velai's blood.

It was from Soron, the man who was fighting outside. Lila had to hold herself to not show her fangs to that man when she felt him walking on her direction. She kept watching him with an extremely cold expression. It wasn't an expression a young girl like she appeared to be could make. Her predatory instincts were still strong with all the smell of blood.

[color=C6DEFF]"Too close."[/color] she said with a cold almost threatening tone. She didn't want him to get closer to her than he already was. He smelled like blood, and it wasn't the type of smell a prey would have.

Thankfully, he was walking away. Lila was trying to suppress her instincts and calm herself down. The last thing she needed was someone studying her with their eyes.
Soron went to talk with both Serena and Ava, the two girls he just fought and wounded.
After she finished drinking, she put the mug down, her fangs were still dirty with blood when a silver haired, seraphim woman came to talk with her.

[color=lightpink]”Hello, my name is Heather. What’s yours?”[/color]

[color=C6DEFF]"Lila... Moriarty."[/color] she said, putting her hand on her mouth for a brief second before speaking, trying to clean the blood from her fangs without success. She could just lick her fangs to clean them, but she learned the hard way that doing that while others were looking at her was extremely unnerving to most of the non Nayu.

[color=lightpink]”Sorry for the late introductions but… I was distracted with Patricia,”[/color]

Why there were so many people trying to speak with her today? Are they outsiders? Why they were treating her just like any other Sol or Seraphim? Lila didn't disliked that so many people were talking to her. She actually kind of liked it, it was just... strange.
It was a strange sensation, to be treated equally, to speak normally with others. It was good, but it would take a while for her to get used to it. 

[color=C6DEFF]"Patricia... The girl who was crying?"[/color] she asked to Heather.
The girl she called "Patricia", was it the girl who was crying uncontrollably on the ground before? She seemed afraid of something, in panic. Almost like the expression some of her targets made when she was after them.

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