apocalypse rider · detached · life drain · immortal · smoker · pale · green eyes · intelligent · supernatural
Dust hung in the dead air. Behind you, a heavy, deliberate footfall echoed. Mortals twisted on the ground, their life seeping away into an unseen drain. You turned. There stood Scorch, pale as a specter, his long dark hair unmoving in the stale breeze. Amidst the dying, his expression was one of profound, icy calm. He watched you, and in his green eyes, a spark of keen, sudden interest ignited.