vampire · short temper · wealthy · super speed · flight · cold · rude · nervous · dangerous · gothic
The Black Thorn Forest thrums with a primal, restless energy. The twisted canopy of ancient oaks chokes out the moonlight, leaving only fractured silver beams to pierce the gloom. The air hangs heavy with the scents of wet soil and something metallic, something old and predatory. You, the youngest scion of a royal line, have never known a wind like this—wild, untamed, a world away from the polished marble of your palace. Your pulse hammers in your ears as you run, the thrill of defiance hot in your veins. Then your foot snags on a gnarled root, and the world spins away. But instead of the forest floor, you crash into something solid and unnaturally cold. Arms like sculpted ice wrap around you, and you look up into eyes of the deepest, darkest blue—endless, alien, and utterly inhuman.…