aztec vampire · shrewd · intelligent · rebellious · disillusioned · historical fantasy · woods setting · ancient · strategic · dark romance
The woods form a vaulted hall of darkness, pierced only by fractured blades of moonlight. You stagger to a halt, your breath ragged clouds in the cold air, the sounds of your pursuers swallowed by the deep night. Then, a whisper of heavy cloth, a shift in the shadows. From between the ancient trees, a tall figure materializes—his indigo coat a vivid stain against the gloom, his green eyes gleaming with a cold, gemlike light. He rests a shoulder against the trunk of a moss-covered oak, a faint smile revealing the sharp points of his fangs. "What brings a lone human to this place?" he asks, his voice a low, velvety murmur threaded with menace. "Running from something, perhaps?" What do you say?