The diminutive Lord strolled down the streets of downtown weighing the changes and potential outcomes that could occur from such a vacuum of power. On one hand, she was a Carthian and should welcome the opportunity with open arms. Yet on the other hand, the petite blond awoke every evening in the exact same state she was in when she died in the 1800s and she knew intimately well that too much change was inherently dangerous.
The Damned were the epitome of stasis and when shaken too hard and too often by change, they could become volatile and unstable. It was a fight that Ashley battled every evening. And with the experience of thousands of nights, time seemed to flow and ebb differently. A decade seemed so brief and the shit storm that happened in a matter of months seemed like watching a car wreck. Ashley had no choice but to proceed cautiously as it was part of her curse.
While her current plans remained unphased, Ashley still had to consider potential moves that could be made. The walk helped her think of what tomorrow could hold, for better or for worse. It also served as a idle distraction from the normal routine. She had spent all day in her haven and held little interest of dining in and spending another evening cooped up.
Ashley's thoughts shift towards the hunt, towards the blood...
"Some shit just never changes..." Ashley said softly with a wicked smile.