Although Persephone had been following her the entire time, she would suddenly appear in the direction Valery was heading in (had she continued on). 'That is intoxicating.' She mumbled, continuing to clip along and stalk her prey. She would walk for another six minutes or so before stopping suddenly, head swiveling as the smell seemed to swell near the area.

It was safe to say she was a connoisseur on the topic of blood. Jedi on the other hand, were sweet their lifestyles only seeming to improve their health, which improved everything about them. The Sith were usually less tasty, but their blood was strong. She had fed on Jedi before, and Sith to boot. Yet, she again had no idea what she was tailing. Perhaps even capture it for her private collection.

A younger her might have succumbed to letting her mouth water. Icy-Blue hues slowly scanning the street as the smell only became stronger. Her heels clipped along, the blood red dress on her form flitting gently in the cool breeze, matched by the wispy movement of her ivory white hair. Simply creating an abscess in the area one were to observe. The Force instead formed around her, with whatever she was registering as a malicious anomaly to any skilled enough to look for such things. Not to be confused with her being invisible. As such, with simple spells and enchantments, the Force did not touch, or move through her unless she willed it. But others could just as easily sense her, at times without the knowledge of one party. Sure, she could sense others, and defend herself. The Force was simply dangerous to her kind. Having shut herself off from the Force for some time, she would register as relatively Force Dead, while she was the furthest thing from. Little did she know what exactly she was tailing. Rare, she almost wanted to put the poor soul on a bed of roses before indulging. It was these very types her kind seek to imprison and bleed over many years, instead of killing off immediately. This Cinnamon, Cardamom, and Rosemary scent was intoxicating causing her lips to part as the smell of the individual permeated her nose. She had no interest in the usual oil she sucked to live. Those that did notice her fell victim to the aforementioned shadow walking simply spotting a tall lithe woman, then not seeing her again. As if she was walking through secret doorways. Briefly, she would walk into shadowy areas, the clicking of her heels stopping suddenly and continuing in a different spot. It was the scent emanating from her flesh that caused the creature to loosely click along the trail. She took care of herself the scents she wore on her form only an annoyance to the Sangnir. She couldn't pinpoint it, but she had smelled it earlier in the same evening. No one would miss them, and in line with the quality of anima (blood) they gave, most would think they were drugged out simply falling because they had lost their grip on reality.ДЄnd yet, there was something particular tickling her nose this evening. They could be drained, and tossed over a railing. Though all of these people, they were poor quality. She needed to feed upon something living. She hadn't fed in some time, and tonight that was her true goal. Currently she passed by one of their clubs. The rhythmic click of her golden heels audible as she performed a practiced, sultry walk through the undercity streets. A few words exchanged, then she would depart. The people that saw her were generally those she had business with. Seen when she wished it, unseen when she wished it. The Ancient leech stalked the shadows of Coruscant on this night. Persephone had intended to do something of the sort.

Paint the town red shy glizzy