- Messages
- 101
- OOC First Name
- T
- Wand
- Black Palm Wood 14" Core of Vampire's Blood
- Age
- 6/2001
If it weren't for her damn pregnancy issues, Valefaria would not have been behind like she was. Now that Warren Baronov was finally born and nestled under her robes in a sling that kept him safe from the cold, Valefaria found that she was able to track people, just not jump and climb things with an infant by her side. Warren's purple eyes showed that he was indeed a Malkov. Because her father was a Hurley, and she descended from their lines, only females had the purple eyes, but not on the Malkov's. It was inherited by both genders. However, her eyes in general had more of a blue hue to them, making them almost indigo appearing. Warren only nestled closer to his mother, having only been about three weeks old, Valefaria still managed to find a house, buy it with stolen cash in Russia, and live there for her and her baby boy. She never liked living in one place for long, but where she lived at was rather deserted so she would not mind anyway. Not many would bother her. Valefaria recognized the tracks of a motorcycle, and it was not long before she came across one female. She had the same eyes as Warren and she knew that she had finally found Kasura Malkov.
Her bare feet touched the sidewalk lightly, her black robes waving around her, and her hair flailing in the light gust. She approached the female, her appearance not frightening, nor was it threatening. Valefaria spoke, her voice free from any native Russian accent having traveled in England for too long, "Kasura Malkov, I presume?" Because she had her baby with her, Valefaria did not feel up to fighting. She wanted to keep her baby safe and sound, a carrier of her name, one that no one else in the world had as far as she knew. Valefaria looked nothing like the Zhefarovich's but only resembled her brother Hades, if Kasura knew him, she would recognize her to some extent. Though with the trouble Hades and his family put Vladislav and them through, it would be a no wonder if Kasura did not want to talk to her. Though Valefaria knew nothing of that.
Her bare feet touched the sidewalk lightly, her black robes waving around her, and her hair flailing in the light gust. She approached the female, her appearance not frightening, nor was it threatening. Valefaria spoke, her voice free from any native Russian accent having traveled in England for too long, "Kasura Malkov, I presume?" Because she had her baby with her, Valefaria did not feel up to fighting. She wanted to keep her baby safe and sound, a carrier of her name, one that no one else in the world had as far as she knew. Valefaria looked nothing like the Zhefarovich's but only resembled her brother Hades, if Kasura knew him, she would recognize her to some extent. Though with the trouble Hades and his family put Vladislav and them through, it would be a no wonder if Kasura did not want to talk to her. Though Valefaria knew nothing of that.