[ She doesn't come to the City that often. Really, she doesn't. She has a swamp now, that's much better than the ugly press of humanity that one finds in the City, no matter the hour. But now and then she finds a reason to stop back in, and when she does, well... she had always privately enjoyed the great heights for perching provided by the taller buildings downtown.
She's coiled around the roof of one of these now, crouched like a great black cat, gleaming orange eyes surveying the well-light streets below. The lights don't reach up quite this high, and she stays nicely shadowed as she watches the humans below. She can almost taste them even now, when she'd made sure to satiate her appetite on some much-tastier animal, outside of the City. ]
22nd, midnightish
She's coiled around the roof of one of these now, crouched like a great black cat, gleaming orange eyes surveying the well-light streets below. The lights don't reach up quite this high, and she stays nicely shadowed as she watches the humans below. She can almost taste them even now, when she'd made sure to satiate her appetite on some much-tastier animal, outside of the City. ]