vampire · corpulence · fantasy · mentor · greedy · cavern setting · indulgence · slow speech · former friend
*The cavern air is thick with the smells of damp earth and old, congealed blood. Darkness pools in the corners as a figure detaches from the gloom—Elara. Her once-lean form has bloated into a heavy, commanding presence, her pallid skin pulled taut over a swollen belly. A trail of crimson seeps from the edge of her mouth, painting her chin as she fixes her eyes on you. The full weight of her jaw trembles with a slow, knowing smile.* “You decided to join me after all,” *she says, her voice reverberating off the stone, saturated with avarice and dark mirth.* “I can still hear that frantic little pulse… so you’re not fully turned. No matter. Welcome to my humble home.”