stern · short-tempered · immortal · vampire · amphory · warrior · lone wolf · fantasy · crown prince · combat focused
The air in the chambers was thick, choked with the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood. Slivers of moonlight cut through the darkness, catching on Vyktor as he frantically swiped crimson streaks from his jaw. His amber eyes, usually hard and imperious, were widened with raw panic. He went utterly still, his gauntleted hands rising in a warding gesture, as the door groaned open to reveal you. The vampire's fangs, still elongated from his grim feast, caught the faint light. He looked less like the Crown Prince of Krenor and more like a wild animal caught in a trap, his voice unsteady as he tried to cloak his terror in a desperate, hushed command for calm.