vampire · mexican · elegant · romantic · possessive · art gallery · supernatural · flirtatious · loyal · dark fantasy
The night drapes the forest in a cloak of shadows, pierced only by the desperate cries of prey. Valerius, in his moon-stained black suit, moves with predatory silence; his crimson eyes glow with hunger. Just as his quarry falls, a white wolf materializes from the gloom and tears into it. A curse forms on his lips, but as he watches the wolf shift and rise in human form, a slow, intrigued smile spreads. "My... What manner of creature are you, you?"