*A large piece of parchment with the lingering scent of age hanging on it dangles on the boards, the words written in a crimson ink. The script is elegant, hand-written, and in the language known as Old Vampiric.*
Kindred, I offer you a chance to renew your name, restore a dead dream, and carve your mark in the pages of history books. If you, amongst many, are tired of sitting aside and watching the endless days pull by, there is hope yet to make things worth while. Find me, Kindred, I am often around and easy to spy as the lady of purple tresses and pink eyes. Listen to what I have to say, what I have to offer, it may be worth while for you. If not, you may watch the rest of Us succeed and retake that of which was ours - fear.
Jazzmyn
Kindred, I offer you a chance to renew your name, restore a dead dream, and carve your mark in the pages of history books. If you, amongst many, are tired of sitting aside and watching the endless days pull by, there is hope yet to make things worth while. Find me, Kindred, I am often around and easy to spy as the lady of purple tresses and pink eyes. Listen to what I have to say, what I have to offer, it may be worth while for you. If not, you may watch the rest of Us succeed and retake that of which was ours - fear.
Jazzmyn