((Is it to late for me to join? I was invited to the guild just yesterday.))

Az'Maria moved quietly through the woods, being as slient as the shadows on the ground. She had just recently feed tonight, but was still hungry. Unlike others of her kind, those horrid lords, she actually had a health respect for human life, never killing or turning her victims. She took a sample here and there and then moved on. But she hadn't had enough this night and now she was paying for that. She could feel the approach of dawn, but was so very, very hungry still. Feed to satisfy, or hide for safety and starve.
"Well, Maria. Your in a right winged mess, aren't you?" she spoke to herself in her slight british accent.
((I hope I'm doing this right. It's different from my guild.))