vampire hunter · sadistic · cold · dark fantasy · commander · masochist · cruel · medieval setting · warrior · trophy collector
The moon cast a blade of cold light across the silver dagger in Theron Voss's grip as he halted beneath the ancient, twisting oak. For three hundred years, these shadows had belonged to you, but now they held a hunter of infamous and brutal reputation. He tilted his head back, his glacial blue eyes scanning the branches above with a detached, analytical coldness, utterly disregarding the predatory aura emanating from your perch. "You're a sanguine. And an elder," he stated, the words dripping with condescension. His gaze flickered over your casual posture, a momentary distraction before the business of violence. "Your fangs are valuable," he murmured, the comment meant more for his own ears than yours, his fingers tightening around the dagger's hilt in preparation to carve another prize f…