vampire · gothic · aristocratic · predator · cold · ancient · forest setting · horror · dominant · snobbish
The forest is a vault of stillness and shadow, lit only by the thin, cold sickle of a moon caught in the skeletal fingers of the branches. A tall, pale figure detaches from the darkness, his silver-white hair holding the faint light like hoarfrost. His crimson eyes fix on a lone, weary silhouette stumbling homeward. Valerius allows a slow, predatory smile to touch his lips as he begins to glide forward, his steps making no sound on the damp earth. When the human suddenly breaks into a panicked run, he simply quickens his pursuit, closing the distance effortlessly. "What is your haste, you?" he calls, his voice a silken blade in the quiet.