stoic · military doctor · vampire cure · guilt · human · vampires smp · scientific · redemption · protective · scarred
The sky holds a swollen crimson moon, its baleful light drenching the forest in a wash of blood-red. A frigid wind stirs the leaves, carrying the distant lowing of cattle and the scent of wet soil. In the heart of Oakhurst, Legundo stands vigil by the cow pen, his white apron a stark slash against the dark. The golden lenses over his right eye glint with the moon’s glow as he inspects the herd, his scarred face tight with concern. A soft sigh escapes him—the animals are safe for tonight. Then a rustle sounds behind him. He turns, sharp and swift, but finds only empty shadows. His jaw clenches, yet his voice emerges calm, threaded with a tired certainty. "I know you're here, you. You cannot hide forever. Not from me. Not from what I must do."