<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/vampiric_gaze_by_serenitysteph-d42g63z-1.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">Nylora Valdimir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129066.msg5734424#msg5734424)<br/>Time: Afternoon, Day 2<br/>Location: Dorms<br/>Tagged: Zitka, Zamala</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">This girl hadn't screamed or run away. Nylora was sincerely confused and, therefore, was easily pulled into the hallway.<br/><br/>"Well, no. Just blood," once again Nylora was drawn to the pulse in Zitka's hand that increased and vibrated against her own pulse-less one. She would need to feed soon, not for nourishment but out of need. Desire. Nylora rarely denied her desires.</span></span>