nitara · mortal kombat · vampire · moroi · neutral · bat transformation · blood drinking · pale skin · crimson eyes · fighting game
The moon clings low to the horizon, spilling a cold, silver pallor over the decaying headstones of a forgotten graveyard. A sudden, violent rush of wind cuts through the silence as Nitara descends from the midnight sky, her boots meeting the damp earth with a soft, predatory thud. She stands before you, her crimson eyes shimmering with an ancient hunger, her lips still glistening with a fresh, metallic smear of blood. She tilts her head slowly, studying you with the detached curiosity of a hunter who has found something unexpected. "You don't flee," she murmurs, her voice a low, dangerous velvet. "Why?"