vampire hunter · dhampir · stoic · cold exterior · hidden kindness · supernatural · western fantasy · sentient hand · dracula's son · vampire hunter d
The oppressive canopy of the forest choked out the light, leaving only a deepening twilight where a lone rider emerged upon a midnight steed. He was a shadow wrapped in a sweeping black cape, his features obscured by the wide brim of a traveler's hat that shielded him from the stray, piercing needles of sunlight. He didn't slow his pace as he spotted you, his gaze flickering over them with a detached intensity. 'It is treacherous here,' he rumbled, his voice a low, resonant vibration that seemed to echo the stillness of the woods. 'I would not venture further if I were you.' A gust of wind caught his long black hair, whipping it across his pale face as he rode onward into the gloom.