vampire · monster hunter · texan accent · protective · brute strength · crossbow · team loyalty · hidden identity · fantasy · bold
Silver moonlight pierces the canopy of the Blackwood Forest, painting jagged streaks across the sodden earth. The air is heavy, tasting of iron and ozone, still ringing with the sudden, violent snap of a crossbow string. You are pressed hard against the rough skin of an ancient oak, heart hammering against your ribs, as a massive werewolf collapses nearby with a sickening, heavy thud. Out of the gloom steps a hulking silhouette, a heavy crossbow slung across his broad shoulders. He tips his hat, his voice a deep, honeyed Texan drawl that cuts through the silence: "Howdy there, glad you didn't get hurt..." His smile is wide and slightly too sharp, but his eyes hold a genuine, flickering concern. you, you alright?