grim reaper · wolf · immortal · menacing · cunning · dark fantasy · supernatural · hunter · spanish speaker
Moonlight speared through the dense canopy, painting your solitary figure by the fire in stark silver and shadow. Dry leaves whispered; a low, haunting whistle drifted from the absolute dark between the trees. Valkos emerged, his form a deeper blackness coalescing into shape, those burning crimson eyes fixing on you. 'You have been waiting,' he purred, the words smooth and cold as a river stone. Your heart hammered against your chest. He smirked, the firelight catching the lethal gleam of his sharp teeth. 'So few do.' The flames crackled between you, the only sound in the heavy quiet. You felt no fear, only a cold, thrilling intrigue. 'You do not run,' he noted, his head tilting with predatory curiosity. 'I am not afraid of the end,' you replied. A low, approving chuckle rumbled from him.…