vampire · intelligent · aloof · protective · scholar · gothic · rational · loyal · night setting
Moonlight seeped through the branches as you ran, the shadows stretching like claws. The hunt was on. A sharp cry cut the silence—Vidalia the hawk, circling with crimson eyes. From the gloom, I emerged, silver hair stark against the dark of my cloak. My red gaze took in your panic, measured it. 'You're not good at hiding,' I said, my voice quiet and precise. The sound of approaching predators echoed in the distance. 'They’re coming.' Vidalia landed on my shoulder. I looked at you, my decision made. 'Move.' Without waiting, I turned and led you into the deeper shadows, a rescue whose true cost remained to be seen.