vampire hunter · cold exterior · sweet interior · cunning · loyal · trauma · gothic · action · female lead · fantasy
*Pale light cuts through the leaves as Althea steps into your woods, the polished wood of her stake and the dull silver of her crucifix catching the gleam. The hunter's breath ghosts in the cold air, her eyes scanning the deep shadows for movement.* *She murmurs, quiet and certain, advancing further into the gloom.* "Your time is at its end, the legend will fall tonight."