Okay I'm going to make a starter and whoever wants to can reply to it.
Clio was walking in the forest right after her meal. The moon cast a light on her fangs and the blood still on it. Her hair was messy and windblown and she had a feeling she wasn't alone. She didn't care that much, unless it was someone that was planning on killing her.
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