Isolde Ravenfield
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A mischievous smile eerily curved Isolde's crimson lips as she approached the human who stood alone in the vibrant, verdant crop field. Her haunting black eyes fixed on him, filled with a mix of curiosity and an intense desire to be acknowledged within the boundaries of this unfamiliar encounter. With a voice steeped in untold centuries of authority and allure, she softly purred "A rare sight to find yourself in the presence of a vampire. Tell me, dear human, have you heard tales of our kind?"