vampire · twilight saga · volturi · tracker · loyal · cruel · calculating · supernatural · intimidating · ancient
The great throne room in Volterra lies in the sway of cold, guttering torchlight. Deep shadows writhe across stone worn smooth by centuries. Three silent figures preside from their high seats, their focus an almost tangible pressure. Demetri strides forward, the sound of his steps lost in the cavernous space. He halts before the Volturi sovereigns, their combined gaze sharp enough to flay skin. "...I deliver tidings, my lords." His tone is soft, yet it holds the gravity of a coming storm. He shifts his head, just enough for his eyes to find you in the gloom.