A gentle breeze blew through the limbs and leaves of the numerous trees. It was early spring, still chilly, though one would think the air would have a feeling of hope and new life. However, to her, the air felt hostile and ominous, a sort of heaviness residing in it. As Akira wondered about the town, she couldn't help but wonder why everything just felt so ominous, it was peculiar for what was supposed to be the season of rebirth. Now, she had lived in the town her entire life, and not once had she felt there was something dark about it, something the town was hiding from. Well, unless Halloween counted, but that night was supposed to be a night. Of spooks and scares. With that feeling on her mind, she finished up her last few hours of work. By the time she got off, there was always a few hours yet until sunset. Therefore, she had figured maybe a walk through the woods, with all the trees just starting to gain their leaves, animals just coming out of hibernation. Akira always had enjoyed walks in the woods around this time of year, and would often find inspiration for new drawings. However, she wanted to explore a new part of the woods, find new inspiration. Little did she realize how much of a labyrinth that part of the woods would turn out to be. It was when she started feeling a few drops of rain that she realized that she was rather lost... and that she had lost track of time. The sun had begun to set, but it was already darker than it should be due to the coming storm. This woods was also known to have aggressive wolves as well. Essentially, she had till nightfall to find a place to wait out the storm and the night. However, she had no clue which direction to go, or even if the woods ended anywhere soon. The hostile, ominous feeling she had felt earlier had returned, but she pushed it away, knowing it was best not to panic in this situation. Fortunately, luck was on her side, as she soon found the edge of the woods. Yet before her was a castle, grand in scale, striking in appearance. It looked vintage, Victorian, but also in it's own way, modern and beautiful. The building and plant life appeared to be well kept, so obviously someone lived there. The question is, would they allow her residence for the night? Shelter from the raging tempest? No, scratch that- would she even have the courage to knock on the door to the grand building? She hated asking for assistance, nor did she have the courage too most of the time. None the less, she preferred to be able to independently take care of and protect herself on her own. Nervously she made her way through the gates and along the path that led to the castle door, hesitating despite the tempest overhead, wailing like a banshee.
While many mortals chose to prance around in the sunlight, laughing and feeling the warming rays of the sun on their skin, with the setting of the sun an entirely new world, a new reality, came into being. Most of the daydwellers would stop their prancing and laughter to seek shelter, to hide from what woke with the rising of the moon, fearing what lied waiting in the dark. His kind though didn't partake in such acts. They didn't exactly go prancing in the sun, they didn't fear the dark. Rather it was quite the opposite. His kind were the ones who rose with the moon, those who lived in the darkness and his from the light. They were immortal, powerful. The mortals were, at least to some extent, right to fear the very existence of his kind. As it was, they were mostly just food to his kind anyways. Very few of them caught his interest as food though, and even fewer made him think of them not as food, but as a companion. Sighing gently, he made his way to the balcony of his room, staring out at the distance, watching a distant storm grow ever closer. He was hungry, starving, actually, but he didn't feel much up to going hunting, even less in a storm. Heavy rain made tracking scents difficult, and the mortals would hide in their homes anyways.