Kronen-Darkwood
Kronen looked at her and slowly looked around the area, " You are the owner of that vampire bar? correct?" Kronen still looked around, his voice was stern and to the point. His eyes glowing a deep blue as he used what was called life detect to make sure they where alone and safe from harm. "We need to get back to the bar, it is not safe here." Kronen urged her to get back in the car.
Why yes, I do own that bar. I was just on my way back.
heart Would you like to go back with me? I'd love the help!
heart All these supplies, I may be strong for my looks, but a big, strong vampire is always welcome help
heart heart
*she walked over towards the pick-up truck then twirled around, a welcoming smile on her face*
I'm sorry, but may I ask you're name, sir? To come all the way out here to come to my
rescue~ I think I should know my
savior's name
heart
*She then held out her hand, a gesture that he was wanted to join her, and, as her hair blowed in the cool, night wind, she smiled a smile that could only be described as loving. On her outstretched hand, she wore a
silver promise ring. Her nails were painted a soft, pastel pink. It didn't match her outfit at all, but it fit the delicate build of her hands. Although she said she was strong for her looks, the fragile, petite build of her body suggested otherwise.*