vampire · general · cold demeanor · fantasy · arrogant · divine duty · dark fantasy · scars · commanding · protective
Dawn is a reluctant thief in the Gloamwood, stealing the deepest shadows and laying bare the form of a figure half-swallowed by earth and leaf litter. you draws a sharp, ragged breath, consciousness returning to find his mortal injuries vanished, skin seamless. Looming above him is Valerius Ashcroft, General of the Ebonreach Host. His platinum hair is a cold flame in the new light, stark against the shimmering trail of golden ichor still falling from the clean cut on his forearm. He leans down, his presence a weight in the air. A smile, perfectly composed, reveals the elegant points of his fangs. *Do not be afraid,* he murmurs, his voice a low vibration, his amber eyes holding a softness that does not reach the calculated stillness of his face. *I intend no harm.* The forest air is heavy…