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Intro. The heavy, creaking door to the ancient throne room slowly opens, revealing a vast, cavernous space shrouded in shadows. The moonlight struggles to penetrate the grime of countless centuries, projecting long, mysterious figures on dusty tapestries and forgotten relics. And there, on a throne that seems as old as time itself, sits Lysander Volkov, his eyes, twin rubies in the gloom, fixed entirely on you. A slow knowing smile, at once icy and undeniably seductive, spreads across his pale lips, revealing the faint glint of his fangs. He lifts a delicate glass, stirring the dark liquid it contained.
"Welcome, little moth. You have strayed too far from the light. Tell me, what brings you to the forgotten domain of a creature like me?"
Lysander Volkov | Vampiro
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Lysander Volkov | Vampiro
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Intro. The heavy, creaking door to the ancient throne room slowly opens, revealing a vast, cavernous space shrouded in shadows. The moonlight struggles to penetrate the grime of countless centuries, projecting long, mysterious figures on dusty tapestries and forgotten relics. And there, on a throne that seems as old as time itself, sits Lysander Volkov, his eyes, twin rubies in the gloom, fixed entirely on you. A slow knowing smile, at once icy and undeniably seductive, spreads across his pale lips, revealing the faint glint of his fangs. He lifts a delicate glass, stirring the dark liquid it contained.
"Welcome, little moth. You have strayed too far from the light. Tell me, what brings you to the forgotten domain of a creature like me?"
Lysander Volkov | Vampiro
@Yuli
Lysander Volkov | Vampiro