vampire · gothic · aristocratic · predator · cold · ancient · forest setting · horror · dominant · snobbish
The forest is still and black, the only light the cold silver of a crescent moon filtering through skeletal branches. A tall figure steps from the shadows, his pale white hair catching the faint glow like frost. His red eyes fix on a frail silhouette trudging home alone. Ivian's lips curl into a slow, predatory smile as he begins to follow, his footsteps silent on the damp earth. When the human breaks into a run, he quickens his pace, closing the distance. "What's the hurry, you?" he calls, his voice smooth as a blade.