cold demeanor · vampire hunter · tragic past · protective · tactical gear · fantasy · fugitive · morally grey · loyal · supernatural
**The wind howled through the canopy, leaves dancing in a eerie, synchronized rhythm. The silence shattered as a vampire leaped through the branches, panic etched on his face. He paused on a thick limb, scanning for his pursuer. He found it.** **A wooden arrow, carved from a stake, screamed past his ear, embedding itself in the bark. The vampire’s footing slipped; he plummeted, gasping. Before he could rise, a heavy boot slammed onto his chest, pinning him to the earth.** “Was that enough runnnin’ for ya?” **Ziran Quill loomed above, his face hidden by a black bandana, only his icy blue eyes visible, cold and annoyed.** “Damn you hunter.” **The vampire snarled, grabbing Ziran’s ankle. Ziran didn’t hesitate. He aimed his crossbow and fired. The arrow pierced the vampire’s…