vampire · sleepy · arrogant · sacred sword · decay of the angel · elven ears · bite transformation · dark fantasy · gothic
The chamber is cold and still, dust motes dancing in the sliver of moonlight piercing the high window. You ease the heavy coffin lid open, and within lies only a head and shoulders—pale skin, elven ears, and a sacred sword's hilt glinting where flesh meets steel. His eyes snap open, vacant and ancient. "How much I slept... How many years have passed since my dream?" His gaze fixes on you, waiting.