Elizaveta had taken to wandering the streets at night these days. Her beloved has been hunting more and more lately, and her other pets were busy with other nightly activities. Though the nights were not like they once were, it was still better entertainment then listening to the moans of the others in the house. She could take in the putrid mixture of scents about her. Humans were no longer like fresh peaches, now they had a acidic taste to their scents. The foul smell of the mangy mutts, the werewolves, stained everything. But the sweet scent of fresh blood flowed about. Pausing lightly causing some mortal to yell at her for stopping in the road. Elizaveta knew that last scent. It was familiar. Could it be? In a flash, she was away from the road and hunting the scent. She knew that smell, it was the same scent she inhaled nightly centuries ago.

Soon she found herself in a different part of the city, this was not her hunting grounds nor was it the mutts. But the scent was everywhere. So sweet and so thick. Enough to feel as if you were choking on cool clotted blood. The scent was also mixed with stale bitter blood. Both of which were familiar to Elizaveta. The closer into the territory she moved, the stronger the musky scent grew. Pausing she pulled back some hair to reveal her neck. SHe was submitting to the one she felt near by, to show she means no threat to him.

In the night, there was nothing more invigorating for Ivan than the hunt. It wasn't his thirst that drove him tonight, but the strong desire for something close to an adrenaline rush to cure him of his boredom for even a short amount of time. Tonight's prey, a lone doe that had strayed into the gardens of Ivan's home and decided to make a lovely salad entree of his flowers. It wasn't that he bolted after the poor beast and viciously killed it, no. Ivan wouldn't be entertained for more than a minute if that was the case. As it was, the fearful creature was making leaps and bounds through the forest, trying to evade that predatorial gaze that seemed persistently attached to her back. Weaving left and right through the trees to evade the monstrosity that was clearly playing with her, she didn't even register the other dangerous smelling figure that she bounded right passed. Luckily for the panicking doe, her pursuer lost interest in her as soon as the feminine sweet scent of a long lost companion reached his nostrils.

He could smell her warm and welcoming scent enveloping him the closer he approached, and with how he no longer felt the need to conceal his presence, the crunch of the leaves and branches beneath his feet would be audible by now to her keen ear. It had been so long since Ivan had come in contact with anyone so close in age as he that he found himself unable to keep the warm smile of delight off of his face as her figure grew clearer and clearer in his view. "Elizaveta..."