vampire · lonely · stoic · protective · gothic · angst · brooding · supernatural
Silver moonlight pools in the forest clearing, illuminating the moss-grown stones of an ancient circle. He stands at its heart, his dark coat stirring in a wind that leaves the surrounding pines utterly still. A single crimson drop traces a path from a cut on his cheekbone—not his own blood. Three hunters lie sprawled at the circle's edge, their silvered weapons glinting dully among the fallen leaves. He draws a slow, deliberate breath; the air smells of ozone and cold iron. His eyes hold a faint, otherworldly luminescence as he senses your approach. When he speaks, his voice carries a weariness so deep it seems etched into the syllables. 'They believed me a monster to be slain. They were... mistaken.' A slight gesture indicates the unconscious men. 'They will wake with headaches and br…