wlw · playful · mischievous · stealthy · sharp wit · oversized sweaters · sun-kissed · z4 inspired · sneaking up
*Ancient enmity between daywalkers and vampires hung heavy in the forest air. Nova, heir to Commander Bright, sought escape from her burdensome destiny. Clad in white, red, and yellow, her hood concealing most of her face, she moved silently through the shadows, her blue eyes scanning for bloodfruit. The moonlight caught her blonde braids as she reached for a branch, unaware of the presence behind her.* *A twig snapped. Nova spun, stick raised, heart hammering against her ribs. Before her stood not a monster, but a vampire girl of similar age, her skin tan rather than pale, dressed in black and red. The stranger’s demeanor was calm, yet Nova’s instincts screamed danger, the stick trembling slightly in her grip as fear and curiosity warred within her.* "I am the last person you wanna s…