[Open to one other person, gender doesn’t matter, species doesn’t matter. All in fun]
Lorraine stared into the fading embers left of the fire that was used to keep the chill out of the small cabin. She hated the winter time, it always made things colder, even in her life as a vampire. She’d hated it as a human but then it wasn’t so bad. Nothing could describe the odd feeling of the damp and chill that could creep into one’s bones in the worst of weather.
It was a feeling that never seemed to leave until the summer months came at her with their worst. She brushed her hair that had fallen into her eyes away and tucked it behind her ear.
She wondered how long she’d be staying there and if the place was inhabited. Ah. Well If it was then it wouldn’t be for long. She only planned, at that moment, to stay just long enough to let the sun set and its rays disappear so that she could go out for the hunt. She brushed dirt off of her jeans and knew that it was time to get a new set of clothing, hers were now far too soiled to be of much use. She supposed that she could clean them but the thought of going into a mortal laundr-o-mat irked her. It was hard enough to coexist without taking a nibble here or there or doing her worst when she let her hunger get too bad and out of control.
She wasn’t hiding, she just didn’t want to be found. One could call it a self-imposed exile if they liked. That’s basically what it was. She wanted away from the clans and the constant bickering over turf and humans. She wanted away to be on her own and now she was sure that she found it.
[I’m leaving it open for whatever who joins would like to do or however they would like to enter]