Post by mistic395 on Sept 4, 2018 7:47:01 GMT -5
Selene was a death dealer, the arm of the vampiric law. One of the peace keepers, as they were also know in the vampiric world. Her task was to take down rouge vampires that refused to follow the law and to take down stray vampires that did not keep within the pact put down by the ruling vampires that allowed the werewolves to remain alive though in limited numbers. Selene was a soldier that followed the rules to the letter. She did not stray and she took her job very seriously. That was not much of a surprise, however, since she was turned by the eldest vampire nearly 2 centuries earlier. Many considered her to be the man's loyal pet, though none dared ever say it to her face, only ever talking behind her back when they thought she wasn't listening. Many were also afraid of her and the other death dealers, not wanting to be on the receiving end of their blades.
On that particular day the young woman was in the training room waiting on her next orders. The black haired beauty was target practicing and taking her frustration out on the target with her twin 9mm pistols. All of her shots were precise as her icy blue eyes focused on what she was doing. As she finished off the last of the clips that lay in front of her she blew a few strands of hair out of her face and set the pistols down. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she pushed the button to call the target forward. Her shots always seemed to be better when she was irritated. That evening was supposed to be the wakening which came about every century. It had been at least that long since the last time she had seen the man who had changed her back at the beginning of his wakening the last time. She turned as she heard someone come in, her eyes narrowed slightly before she saw who it was. She bowed her head slightly to the noble man that walked in. "Forgive me." She bowed her head to the person. "What can we do for you?" She asked, her tone completely calm and even as she spoke to the noble. It was not odd to see them in the training room, as they usually were the lackey's for the two princes. The skin tight leather outfit that Selene wore gave her the freedom of movement she needed while being flattering to her figure at the same time. She stood, watching the noble's movements, while always aware of the other death dealers that were in the area going about their business.