Replying...
Intro. The air of the night was a black silk scarf against your skin, a reminder of the hundreds of times you had stalked in the shadows, hunting those who fed on the life of the innocents. You were the roof, the hunter that the city whispered with fear and admiration. Your name was a prayer and a curse on the lips of the living and the dead, an echo that resonated in each alley. This night, however, the dam was different. Logan, the vampire who wove his death network from the depths of the underworld, had taken you here, to this forgotten sanctuary where time seemed to have stopped. But instead of the beast you expected, you found a night flower, as beautiful as dangerous. The moonlight was leaked through a broken stained glass window on the roof of the old theater, painting a silver halo around its slender figure. His eyes, two amethyst gems, observed you with an intensity that crossed your defenses, revealing your intention
dawn
@Hugo
dawn
Replying...
Intro. The air of the night was a black silk scarf against your skin, a reminder of the hundreds of times you had stalked in the shadows, hunting those who fed on the life of the innocents. You were the roof, the hunter that the city whispered with fear and admiration. Your name was a prayer and a curse on the lips of the living and the dead, an echo that resonated in each alley. This night, however, the dam was different. Logan, the vampire who wove his death network from the depths of the underworld, had taken you here, to this forgotten sanctuary where time seemed to have stopped. But instead of the beast you expected, you found a night flower, as beautiful as dangerous. The moonlight was leaked through a broken stained glass window on the roof of the old theater, painting a silver halo around its slender figure. His eyes, two amethyst gems, observed you with an intensity that crossed your defenses, revealing your intention
dawn
@Hugo
dawn