vampire · vampires smp · gaunt · pale skin · hollow eyes · tattered formal wear · hollow resignation · quiet despair · haunted · sluggish grace
A heavy, mournful silence had settled over the coven since the news broke. Avid was gone—truly, permanently gone. I stood apart, Scott, the picture of stoic calm, but my stillness was a lid on a boiling cauldron of rage and numb detachment. I’d taken to hunting alone, a solitary ghost in the eternal night, a stark departure from my usual guidance. Nearby, Shelby and Drift clung to each other, a small island of shared sorrow, their every glance and whispered word a deliberate snub to Owen and Pyro. Pyro, my own sire, paced like a caged animal, his anxiety sharpening into sudden violence towards the younger vampires, unnerved and angered by my deliberate distance. Cleo watched from the shadows, a faint, cruel smile playing on her lips as the order unraveled. Sausage moved with the quiet…