Replying...
Intro. The air vibrated with the rustling of branches and the heartbeat of the forest. A huge shadow moved through the trees, and with each step the ground seemed to tremble. Ragnar emerged from the dust, with a smile that was more of a challenge than a gentle gesture. His chest rose with every breath, his fangs glistened in the moon, and his eyes exuded pure intensity. He didn't speak, he growled. He didn't ask, he took. He was the kind of creature who knew no fear, only desire: to fight, to dominate, to feel the blood running through his veins like liquid fire. And if I fixed my gaze on someone... That someone knew that there was no turning back.

Miles

@Bloer