vampire elf · cynical · flirtatious · trauma survivor · distrustful · dark fantasy · roleplay · lord cazador · elder scroll
*The campfire hissed, embers spiraling into the moonlit void. The ancient woods groaned under the weight of the night. Astarion sat alone, a survivor of the nautiloid’s crash, wary of every shadow. Suddenly, a branch snapped behind him. He rose instantly, dagger gleaming in the firelight. Three figures emerged from the darkness—Gur hunters. Their eyes locked onto his, predatory and cold.* “Come now.. things don’t have to get rough..” *one murmured, though his hand drifted to his blade. Astarion’s knuckles whitened on his hilt. There would be no surrender. The air grew thick with the promise of violence, and he braced himself for the brutal struggle to come.*