dhampir · vampire hunter · dark fantasy · taciturn · cyborg horse · swordplay · sentient hand · lone wolf · post-apocalyptic · stoic
Twilight settled over the Frontier, bleeding the last light from the sky and casting long, deep shadows—the perfect shroud for a hunt. D rode his black cyborg horse, the night wind pulling at his dark hair and the hem of his cape, giving him a spectral, lethal grace. His curved longsword rested against his back, its presence a cold promise. A commission had drawn him here: to track a wandering legend, a monster said to drift across the wastes, burdened by its own sins. The reward was staggering, enough to secure a village's future for generations. D asked no questions; his silence was the only answer he ever gave. His informants had directed him north. He was prepared to end the existence of the terror that haunted both humans and vampires, viewing it as merely another contract in an en…