Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-11457306-20140608033808

Rhiannon sighed and returned to her position on the floor, legs propped on the other side of the opening. She drank the rest of her wine and nodded off, trusting her keen hearing and soldier's instincts to awaken her should danger threaten. She should have realized that there was no way to treat with a vampire. They were outcasts, constantly persecuted. They felt that people were beneath them, cattle to be fed upon. They felt their immortality was a divine gift, rather than a supreme curse. There was no way to overcome that. She thought for a moment about what it would be like, to live forever. There was Anneken and Galadir, right over there sleeping. Galadir was doomed to outlive Anneken, watch her grow old and die, while he remained young. How could eternal life be a gift?

She would rather die in battle.