A couple of days ago, Blake had been-- well, she can only come up with the word mermaidified. She'd been sitting by the lake at night to read when whispers had pulled her in, not her proudest moment, and she'd wound up with a long scaled fish tail instead of legs. For a while, she'd gotten trapped in the powerplant complex, the bizarre ballroom and the great leviathan that had lurked in the waters. Inevitably, she had found her way out, through the river that lead to the nearest lake.
She can only move around at night, now, having to retreat to the bottom of the lake during the day where the sun can't touch her. Once this fish tail goes away, she'll have to figure out how to survive during the day. Blake's already writing up a mental list: black out her van windows somehow, spend more time in the convoy, procure some sort of hood and jacket with more skin coverage.
For now, she spends her time exploring the waterways at night. The pufferfish monsters have proven to be good for both blood and food, providing they're prepared correctly, and Blake has been giving their bloodless corpses to other people in the convoy. She's still shy about feeding in front of others, though. She just... can't escape the idea that it must make her look like a monster.
And so, what happened when one stealthy vampire is not far from shore, feeding on a blugu, when another stealthy vampire approaches the river with the clear intent to dump a body?
Blake freezes, fangs awkwardly buried in the blugu's thick neck. It's dead, but because it's so big and bulbous, she has to keep it afloat with her arms wrapped around it like a stuffed toy. She disengages her fangs. Looks embarrassed. And awkwardly waves. "Hi. Don't worry, I won't say anything."
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She can only move around at night, now, having to retreat to the bottom of the lake during the day where the sun can't touch her. Once this fish tail goes away, she'll have to figure out how to survive during the day. Blake's already writing up a mental list: black out her van windows somehow, spend more time in the convoy, procure some sort of hood and jacket with more skin coverage.
For now, she spends her time exploring the waterways at night. The pufferfish monsters have proven to be good for both blood and food, providing they're prepared correctly, and Blake has been giving their bloodless corpses to other people in the convoy. She's still shy about feeding in front of others, though. She just... can't escape the idea that it must make her look like a monster.
And so, what happened when one stealthy vampire is not far from shore, feeding on a blugu, when another stealthy vampire approaches the river with the clear intent to dump a body?
Blake freezes, fangs awkwardly buried in the blugu's thick neck. It's dead, but because it's so big and bulbous, she has to keep it afloat with her arms wrapped around it like a stuffed toy. She disengages her fangs. Looks embarrassed. And awkwardly waves. "Hi. Don't worry, I won't say anything."