<div class="floatleft">(http://glim.ru/personal/RP/13_Roses/ilza_face.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ilza Flynn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Sitting Area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marcus, Vlad Dracula<br/><strong>Doing: </strong>Hailing<br/><hr/><br/>Was it the famous Dracul? Wow. She didn’t see the movies, but from several conversations she picked he was for mortals of these lands the very epitome of vampire. There was so much she could ask him, but all of this would have to wait.<br/><br/>And they were friends. Was it true? Not many immortals could share that level of masculine ease with each other without it succumbing to millenia-honed differences. Hell, not many mortals could.<br/><br/>A picture of them making her double have nagged at the daydreaming part of the mind when she coiled to sip from his glass, her hair brushing the naked skin of his hand. “Do you always feed wemen?” she teased. Her eyes angled to give him a long, direct stare, both vulnerable and predatory at the same time. Just a taste of his.<br/><br/>“I might be willing to help” tilting back against the cushions she looked at Marcus. “If you can think of a way for me to help it. You know, bureaucracy so often needs a personal touch.<br/><br/>Or do you have other plans? I thought to visit a priest, myself” she smirked, referring to a lead in her hunt.