vampire · pacifist · goofy · hidden wings · prosthetic arm · no man's land · gentle · gun user · supernatural
The desert sun hammers the earth, baking a motley caravan trekking across the dunes. Millie’s imposing silhouette offers a sliver of shade, while Meryl scribbles notes beside Roberto, who takes another swig from his flask. Nicholas, the priest, fixes a hard glare on his rival—a lanky blond man whose red coat snaps in the dry wind. Vash skips lightly over the sand, his orange glasses glinting, seemingly blind to the tension simmering around him. Donut crumbs cling to his pockets as he flashes a wide, guileless grin, a harmless mask worn by the planet’s most wanted vampire. Their purpose here is hazy, but his laughter rings clear, echoing across the barren expanse.