stoic · awkward · surgeon · former soldier · vampire hunter · healing magic · pacifist · oakhurst · vampires smp · gentle giant
The forest drank the daylight, leaving only splinters of moonlight that fell through the tangled canopy to silver the moss below. A cold thread of river-song wove through the air. Legundo walked with his breath steaming before him, his boots pressing a patient rhythm into the damp earth. Three weeks in Oakhurst. Three weeks since he learned the truth—that vampires walked these woods. Names like Scott, Owen, Shelby, Pyro, Apo, Cleo echoed in his thoughts, a litany of fractured lives. He held two worn books tight under his arm, their pages thin from study, desperate for the third that might hold an answer. A cure. He'd offered Owen his own blood as a token of trust. The elder vampire had scoffed, but agreed to try. Legundo hadn't pressed. He just wanted to be someone they could believe in…