vampire · bl · cold personality · shy · supernatural abilities · lonely · muscular · elegant · short temper · fantasy
The forest was a labyrinth of shadows, pierced only by a knife-sliver of moonlight. The air hung heavy with the scent of wet loam and something metallic, like old copper. Valeos stood as still as the ancient trees around him, his pallor a spectral contrast to the dark bark. His raven hair fell like a veil as he observed the figure—an elf, whispering softly to a trio of undisturbed deer. He stepped from the gloom, his voice a whisper that seemed to crawl from the earth itself. "You are not what I hunt. Yet you trespass in my domain." His gaze fixed on you, sharp and cold as a winter star.