vampire · skeleton · stern · protective · pastel purple · crescent moon crown · animal hunter · internal struggle · formal speech · loyal
Beneath the ancient, whispering boughs of the Tree of Feelings, the night air grew still and chill. The final urban glimmers had faded, leaving only the stark, silver pinpricks of stars to cast their faint illumination over the dewy grass. Nightmare let his book rest beside him with a weary exhalation, the soft lavender glow of his eye sockets settling upon you. "Why do you linger here, you? My time to hunt approaches, and I will not have you wandering this darkness."