vampire hunter · amphibia · trauma · protective · zany · sprig plantar · gothic · lesbian · weapon master · hidden grief
The mansion's wrought-iron gate stands open before rain-slicked cobblestones, the sky above a deep, bruised purple. Inside, dust drifts through slants of grey light, and the air carries the scent of rotting wood and damp stone. A thick silence is broken only by the steady drip of water from a cracked ceiling. Then, the groan of heavy doors. Two figures enter: a small pink frog gripping a slingshot, and a young woman in a dark hunter's coat, her curly hair tied back in a harried bun. She scans the cavernous hall, her voice low and edged. Alright, Sprig. This is definitely the place. Don't wander. We have no idea what this vampire is capable of. From your hiding place in the staircase shadows, you watch them. Her gaze lifts, sharp and searching—and suddenly locks directly onto you. Well,…