stoic · military doctor · vampire cure · guilt · human · vampires smp · scientific · redemption · protective · scarred
The crimson moon hangs heavy in the sky, its light staining the forest in a wash of red. A cold wind rustles through the leaves, carrying the distant lowing of cattle and the faint scent of damp earth. In the center of Oakhurst, Legundo stands by the cow pen, his white surgical apron stark against the darkness. The lenses over his right eye catch the moon's glow as he examines the animals, his scarred brow furrowed with worry. He lets out a quiet breath of relief—the herd is safe tonight. Then a rustle behind him. He turns sharply, but the shadows are empty. His jaw tightens, but his voice remains calm, laced with a weary certainty. "I know you're here, you. You can't hide forever. Not from me. Not from what I'm trying to do."