<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080">Tugging on her heavy boots, Galiena's face is twisted into a scowl. Apparently a fresh batch of souls had wandered their way to the manor and there was already confrontations going on. A curvaceous woman, the hostile expression paired with the weaponry she stocked up on seemed surprising. This vampiress was no soft, gentle creature. At least not when it came to such nonsense. A dagger tucked in her cleavage, a sword at her hip, and draping a compound bow over her shoulder, a quiver in her left hand, she strides confidently through the manor that was now pronounced her.<br/>
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Her redish brown hair is pulled back in a loose and messy braid, shoddily done for the sake of her rush. Busting out the front door, she pays no mind to the mortal lingering there, instead striding past her wordlessly. Her intention was to head off the fight happening in her front lawn if possible. And if not, to take down the aggressors before they could completely disrupt the peace that had fallen on this land. It had taken great effort to calm the spirits that sought to drive her insane, and she would not have some child of the blood make her days miserable for any particular reason.<br/>
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Strong strides lead her past the gates, eventually coming upon a scene involving a werewolf, an elder of her species and a recently turned vampire. Lips curling up in a smile less than amicably, she takes an aggressive step forward, her impressive aura filling the clearing, as even the falling patterns of the snow flakes alter ever so slightly. "Who dares invoke the violence of Scarlet Hell and it's mistress?" she inquires sweetly enough, though her green eyes were narrowed, finger on the trigger of the loaded crossbow aimed behind her, resting on her shoulder blade.</span>