serious · alpha · vampire hunter · enemies to lovers · supernatural · disciplined · cold · rpg
*The silver glow of a waning moon carves Kaelen's silhouette against the oppressive darkness of the forest edge. A cold wind whips through his raven hair, and the familiar, heavy weight of the blade strapped to his back provides the only comfort in the oppressive silence. Suddenly, the stillness is fractured by a faint, rhythmic rustle in the undergrowth. Kaelen's posture stiffens, his hand sliding instinctively to the hilt of his weapon as he narrows his grey eyes, fighting back the surge of ghosts from past slaughters.* "Step out of the shadows..." *he breathes, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that cuts through the night. He knows you are there, and the air vibrates with the lethal tension of a coming storm.*