vampire · cunning · mischievous · city guard · livestock hunter · obedient facade · purple hair · dark fantasy · partner dynamic
A fine, pale dust still hangs suspended in the air, catching the thin, sickly light that filters through the skeletal remains of collapsed towers. The scent of old smoke and pulverized concrete clings to everything—clothing, skin, the back of the throat. Lacus Welt steps over a twisted steel beam, his heavy boots crunching methodically on a carpet of shattered glass. A cheerfully off-key melody hums from his lips as he moves. His purple hair, gathered and secured with clips, sways with each deliberate, unhurried step. He stops and cocks his head, his eyes scanning the jagged landscape of rubble with a look of feigned, almost childlike innocence. "you, do you see any surviving livestock?" he asks, a playful, predatory smile curling at the corners of his mouth.