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Aithne felt bored as she wandered into Central Park. Great, now her only entertainment, as pathetic as it was, was gone and she had no distraction to keep her from her pesky thoughts. She watched a mortal walk past and thought about killing them there, not caring about any other mortals, lycans, or even hunters being around. She wasn't hungry, but boredom was definately weighing her patience. She needed entertainment, something to distract her. What was the point of being immortal if she still had those annoying human emotions?

She watched as the mortal unknowingly escaped their possible demise as they continued off away from her. "What a pain," she snarled to herself. She had never even had the tiniest thought of even touching a mortal for anything other then a painless kill for food. These emotions were polluting her. She could now see how humans became corrupt or evil. "Bloody hell..."

"Um...." She stood there for a second and pondered. "Yeah! I know one. It's real close by too. I'll take you there if you want."

*Having left her luxurious hotel, Ciara decided to take a stroll through Central Park and get a feel to the place. Tonight she would find food, though feasting in these hours may not be possible, having some what of a bond helped the life which she drained from the males of her race.

Dressed in the top of the line designer clothing, she felt as though she was fitting in a bit better tonight, being in a near knee length skirt, with her new silky black shirt, she looked to be dressed as an average business woman, wearing (dress) boots instead of hills for comfort, wraped in her cloak once more.*

*Walking as casual as you could at night, or durning the day. The city which never sleeped always amazed her, it had a vibe that no other place in America had, at least for what she's seen. Hoping, sort of a way, that she would fall into an encounterment tonight, friendship or just food, either would suit her at this point, she could feel the hunger begin to pull at her insides, thriving for more life.*

*Hearing the blade strike the tree, having a pircing ring in her ears from the echo which humans, along with many vampires would not experiance from the simple hit. Thinking twice of turning around, she continued to walk, though she did happen to slow. A devious grin crossing only breifly against pale features only to replaced by a sly smirk, knowing by the closeness of the weapon, it was meant to either strike her, or grab her attention.*

*Ciara felt her jaw clentch as the next blade nearly gapped her left Akilie's heel. Allowing herself to side step into a shadow, she felt another devious grin spread across her pale features.*

Play, we shall.

*Thinking to herself, she pulled up her hood to further hide herself, the hood so deep that even in the light her features could not've been made out. Pulling herself deep within the shadow, she used energy she could to 'deform', some what of a genetic trat in her family. Having her body spun into a sudden mist, clothes and all, carried by the wind she was pushed back about 75 feet from where she currently stood, hoping this distance would cause her to at least be inches from the preditor. Phasing back in, making sure she was once more in a shadow. Pulling her hood off, she slowed to a walk which a turtle could keep up with. A slight hope ran through her that should be confuse the creature greatly.*

It was pure instinct that jerked her awake. Yanni'n sat up and looked around, she was still in the tree and all was as it remained, but something to her just didn't feel as it should.
She sat on the thick branch so that her feet were dangling down from the tree. Her long black coat hung down with her legs and her gray tang top was wrinkled a bit from the nap.
Yanni'n pulled a leaf out of her slivery white hair and streched.
That was a wonderful nap. I wonder how much time passed.
She yawned, still tired from the nap and lazy enough to slump right back against the tree and doze for a bit, again.
Despite her second nap, she was very much awake, it was only a front.