Araiya trailed through the lands, finally taking time to explore the world. Since her turning, she had stayed within the city of New York, always finding plentiful prey in the bars, clubs, or anywhere on the streets. She felt as though she were all powerful; never had she come upon someone who either could resist her charm, or fight against her and live to tell the tale.<br/><br/>For reasons she couldn't explain, she felt the need to leave the city. As though she had some purpose to fulfill elsewhere... The sun high in the sky, she drove in a custom hot rod she had stolen, the windows tinted as black as possible. The harmful rays had no affect on her, as she sped down the road with Avenged Sevenfold's Bat Country blaring.