Had she not seen worse, perhaps the woman would have blanched at the sight of her pursuing aggressor consume Kindred flesh, but Kitja was an elder. Her own history was smeared with similar accounts pertaining to consuming that which no creature should ever ingest. Evading the hulking male wasn't working, but she didn't cower when finally pinned; her back steadied by the wall of a local tailor. The mix of hyper futurism brought a sense of beauty to the city's old age charms, though her companion didn't seem interested in seeing the sights, and his bloodied face proved nothing but an eyesore to the Vampire. "The only prison a mortal coil suffers is that of death, and I have already escaped it's grasp." Defiantly, she tugged back her collar, even if she otherwise remained trapped between the storefront and the marine.
"If I underestimated you, I would have run farther away than a few hops across town square." Kitja flattened her jeweled palms against the fabric of her dress to smooth the crinkles his chase had caused. The material was foreign in nature, and seemed to catch the luminescence of the neighboring lights. "You have come to a world without need for your kind, so I ask this: Are you invaders?" Drawing her gaze upwards to meet the stained visage of the male, her eyes remained locked on his as she continued with, "I don't know why you're here, killing innocent people. You certainly aren't after my kind, for if you were, you would be less negligent of those caught helpless in the crossfire." Kitja needn't gesture to the destruction the stranger had caused, but she would anyway with an airy flick of her wrist.
"Is this what you have come to do?"
Thoughts for herself were muted for the time being, as she expected she would already be dead if this was the soldier true intent. Kitja instead found her concern drifting through the long winding roads feeding through the metropolis, where stacked citadel-esque housing replaced the industrial slums. If invaders were near town square, they would be elsewhere. At the museums, and opera houses. In the park and botanical gardens. Creating chaos among those more fortunate than the average citizen; destroying hundreds of years worth of history without a second thought. It felt as though her skin was crawling as she waited for an answer, her body hotter than it had any right to be as some long forgotten rage swelled beneath the surface.
"You have come to destroy this world." Her voice faltered then, the lilt wavering as she finally looked away to the space left between his massive suit and her robed figure. "For aliens, as you claim. You want aliens from those who still possess the last strains of Earth born blood. Don't you find that in the least bit ironic, neznakomets?" Kitja swallowed hard as her back pressed along the cool concrete of the building, allowing her a better view of the emblems and regalia covering the space marine. "Perhaps there is no comedy where you come from. Only tragedy to be found."
"If I underestimated you, I would have run farther away than a few hops across town square." Kitja flattened her jeweled palms against the fabric of her dress to smooth the crinkles his chase had caused. The material was foreign in nature, and seemed to catch the luminescence of the neighboring lights. "You have come to a world without need for your kind, so I ask this: Are you invaders?" Drawing her gaze upwards to meet the stained visage of the male, her eyes remained locked on his as she continued with, "I don't know why you're here, killing innocent people. You certainly aren't after my kind, for if you were, you would be less negligent of those caught helpless in the crossfire." Kitja needn't gesture to the destruction the stranger had caused, but she would anyway with an airy flick of her wrist.
"Is this what you have come to do?"
Thoughts for herself were muted for the time being, as she expected she would already be dead if this was the soldier true intent. Kitja instead found her concern drifting through the long winding roads feeding through the metropolis, where stacked citadel-esque housing replaced the industrial slums. If invaders were near town square, they would be elsewhere. At the museums, and opera houses. In the park and botanical gardens. Creating chaos among those more fortunate than the average citizen; destroying hundreds of years worth of history without a second thought. It felt as though her skin was crawling as she waited for an answer, her body hotter than it had any right to be as some long forgotten rage swelled beneath the surface.
"You have come to destroy this world." Her voice faltered then, the lilt wavering as she finally looked away to the space left between his massive suit and her robed figure. "For aliens, as you claim. You want aliens from those who still possess the last strains of Earth born blood. Don't you find that in the least bit ironic, neznakomets?" Kitja swallowed hard as her back pressed along the cool concrete of the building, allowing her a better view of the emblems and regalia covering the space marine. "Perhaps there is no comedy where you come from. Only tragedy to be found."
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