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[Blindwolfe]

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Kelly rode into Britain, passing common townsfolk and shopkeeps as she neared the eastern side of the city. She smiled as she stabled her little mare Raven then proceeded to walk the rest of the way.
The castle was quiet so she donned her shroud and continued her path. She smiled as the shadows grew longer and darker with the onsetting night. She walked by several small shops, but stopped outside a tavern. She grinned as she saw several men walk out and part ways...they were walking alone.
Kelly followed one of the stronger men around the bend of another shop before blending into the shadows. She tossed a small rock.
The man stopped and turned with a dagger out in his hand. "Who's there?" He studied the shadows as best he could. When he turned back he found a tall shrouded figure standing just out of arm's reach. He jumped. "who're ye?"
She spoke in a soft tone. "My name is none of your concern. How do you like our city?"
The man was dumbfounded at the question. "Your city? M'lady? I...I don't get ye."
Kelly slowly closed the space between them. "This side of the city belongs to us." She slowly drew back the shroud.
The man gasped and was captivated by the woman's deep crimson hair and her eyes...the deepest green he'd ever seen. She was beautiful. His words were strained as he found it hard to focus any thought for long. "wh...who...are....ye?"
Kelly closed the last few steps to stand before him. She looked at him eye to eye and smiled sweetly. "My name is Kelly" She breathed softly.
The man was mesmerized by her gaze. "ye....are beautiful...Kelly"
She softly pressed a finger to his lips. She could see he had fallen into the trance. She placed her arm around him and escorted him into the shadows.

Throughout the night, Kelly played the mortals of the city. Leaving a mark upon each one...two small puncture marks upon the neck or wrist. Marks that would never go away, nor would they recall how they got them except that they all went into the shadows.