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Ellion
Tagged: @Larfleeze;@Dirty Dan
"Half-dead, face to face with a fictitious monster and you decide to throw attitude at it. Your manners are appalling but your spirit praiseworthy. I do hope you live long enough to spar with me again. Our interaction was rather amusing." Ysabella brushed a few loose strands of hair out of Jolyne's face, still maintaining her gaze. The festival was continuing on around them, though the sound had faded a bit in Ysabella's ears, her focus so great on the human girl before her. Now that she had finished with Jolyne, Ysabella could continue her hunt to find others to turn. The night was still rather young, she wasn't going to let the perfect opportunity go to waste. "Well my dear, I have other business to attend to. You should sit tight and rest up for a while. I'll send someone with a cookie for you or something." She dropped the girl haphazardly on the ground beside the road where she wouldn't get stepped on by the clueless crowd. "Good luck Jolyne. Oh, I almost forgot..." Ysabella knelt down in front of Jolyne, a stern look upon her face. "You're not going to tell anyone the truth about what happened here, or that you even saw me. Got it?" She waited for some type of confirmation of a successful compulsion before disappearing back into the crowd, abandoning Jolyne to fend for herself.
Pushing thoughts of Jolyne to the back of her mind, Ysabella wove through the crowd like a phantom. Keeping her nose to the air and eyes peeled, the woman waited for someone else to stand out to her... Something that only took a few moments. The sight of a broken attraction caught Ysabella's attention, the woman pausing to stare at the wreckage. There was something familiar about the scent in the air, a feeling that excited the vampire tremendously. "You might still be useful yet, Jolyne." She cooed to herself, turning on her toes to follow the scent. Ysabella couldn't be sure until she caught up with the source, but it was similar enough to Jolyne's scent that it gave her hope. An easy capture if this particular character cared at all for the girl she had abandoned on the side of the road. The search took longer than she had expected, the man wandering from place to place at a fairly decent speed, not staying long in any one area. Despite the randomness in his adventure, Ysabella finally caught sight of the source of the scent she had been following. A large guy, undoubtedly as strong as he looked judging from the state of the carnival game a while back. Looking at him, he didn't look exactly like Jolyne, but the similarities where enough that she was willing to try her luck and see where it got her.
Taking a deep breath, Ysabella tousled her hair and let the tears start flowing. Once she was sure she looked as scared and pathetic as possible, Ysabella ran towards her next target. Latching onto his arm carefully, she looked up at him, noting the huge height difference between them. Tears streaming down her face, Ysabella breathed unevenly as if she had been running a lot longer than a couple of seconds. "P-please, you have to help her. They came out of nowhere, I d-didn't know w-what to do." Allowing her legs to buckle beneath her, Ysabella's body shook with her fake fear.
