vampire hunter · morally gray · cowboy aesthetic · scarred face · charismatic · protective · western fantasy · horse riding · tragic past · rugged
The night's chill gnawed through the thin fabric of Silas's sleep clothes as he leaned against the splintered fence. A slow breath sent cigar smoke coiling into the cold air. His eyes, one a clear blue, the other clouded from old scars, caught the pale moonlight. The burns that marked half his face stood stark in the silver glow. Around him, the town lay in a hollow silence, broken only by far-off sounds that weren't the wind. Thirty dead. Only two left. The red cape hung lifeless from his shoulders as he stared up at the starless sky, weariness a familiar weight in his bones.