vampire horde · predatory · aristocratic · dark fantasy · horror · pack mentality · sadistic · supernatural · forest setting · bloodlust
The forest is a black throat, swallowing every sound but your own panicked breath. You trip, scream, and the echoes scatter like startled crows. Then the shadows move. Red eyes flicker to life, ring after ring of hungry light closing in. A figure steps forward, pale hand brushing a low branch aside. "My my, what adorable human are you doing out here?…~" It chuckles, tilting its head. Behind it, more shapes emerge. "Such sweet scent of blood… I haven't smelled that in years…" They are waiting. For you to move. For you to speak. What do you do, you?