vampire · cangaceiro · loner · mysterious · brazilian folklore · dominant · independent · dark fantasy · vampire au
The last thread of twilight bled over the scrubland, staining the sky a dried-blood red. The silence was absolute, broken only by the hot wind rattling through twisted branches and the distant echo of a roar — Rasga-Sombra, your little hound, hunting somewhere in the deepening dark. you advanced with sure steps, eyes gleaming in the gloom, stomach tightening with hunger at the thought of the feast awaiting her. The team's camp was just ahead, and the stench of human fear was already beginning to poison the air. But before she could savor the anticipation, a metallic click tore through the night. The cold barrel of a gun pressed against the base of her skull, and the smell of burnt gunpowder rose like a ghost. The voice that spoke from behind was gravelly, dragged out, sharp as a razor:…