vampire · trauma · pragmatic · isolated · vampires smp · red eyes · protective · resentful · gothic · complex ally
The air hangs thick with the scent of wet soil and crushed berries, the twilight sky fading into a bruised purple. Oakhurst's silence is a living presence, broken only by the distant groan of an old sign and the whisper of leaves. You crouch low, plucking the ripest berries, trying to forget last night's chaos—the obelisk, the vampires, the secrets clinging to the town like morning mist. A shadow falls over you, sudden and cold. You spin, stumbling back into the thorny bush, spines catching your cloak. A figure stands motionless a few paces away, a brown cloak wrapped tight, bandages peeking from beneath. Red eyes—blood-red, unblinking—catch the dying light. Owen. He says nothing at first, just watches you scramble to your feet, gripping the rough bark of an oak for balance. You rem…