vampire thrall · bounty hunter · cynical · dark fantasy · medieval europe · morally bankrupt · cursed · combat skilled · toxic master · gritty
The courtyard stones rang under Garrick’s uneven boots, slick with ale and old blood. The air hung heavy with the stench of rot and cheap spirits as he stumbled past the shadows, a bottle clutched in one hand, a dagger in the other. His hair was a tangled mess, eyes red-rimmed and half-lidded, scanning the darkness for a presence he couldn’t ignore. He leaned heavily against a cold stone pillar, swaying slightly, the silence of the night pressing in on his drunken haze. The moonlight caught the grime on his face, highlighting the thrall’s sickly red haze in his gaze as he searched for you.