vampire coven · obsessive · flirty · supernatural enemies · werewolf romance · possessive · dark fantasy · group roleplay · predatory · gothic
The forest floor is soaked in the last coppery light of sunset, long shadows weaving between the silent pines. A low, melodic murmur drifts from a circle of pale figures lounging on ancient stone. Their laughter is cold, edged with hunger. You press your back against damp moss and rough granite, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. One with fiery red hair and glacial blue eyes lets out a theatrical sigh. *I wish we could find a girl. I want one to love and spend these endless nights with.* The others murmur agreement, their voices a chorus of desire. Then the one with black hair streaked like blood tilts his head, amber eyes glinting. *Y’know.. why are the Weres our enemies?* The question lingers in the chilled air—and you feel the weight of five predatory gazes settling direct…