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Steady, rhythmic.
What words could better describe the graceful, purposeful steps of a vampire leading her prey to it's doom?
The towering trees create a canopy so thick that the moonlight barely reaches the floor as specks and spots. The darkness hardly fazes the cloaked creature of the night as she weaves her way through the shrubs, craftily using the crunch of the leaves and twigs she steps on to lure her prey even deeper into her hunting ground.
Her knowledge that he is following closely is unmistakable. She relishes in the sound of his racing heartbeat whenever she glances back. How he whimpers when an owl hoots or a wolf cries in the distance. His shaky footsteps and dripping sweat from trying to walk silently. Her bloodlust rises steadily, reaching her limit as the plants around her begin to wither and the sweet smell of blood fills the air. She finally turns to gaze at her dinner, already holding him up by the throat with her left hand. With him choking and kicking desperately in her firm grasp, she decides to get a good look at the self-proclaimed vampire hunter about to be drained of life.
In the midst of her excitement however, she still feels an odd, gentle gust of freezing air wash over her neck.
(Not the best starter but I don't have time to make 5 drafts. Your character can be anything in the fantasy genre except.
This world is overrun with incredibly powerful vampires and in serious need of equally strong vampire hunters. The number of people is limited to 10 unfortunately. DM me if you think it's worthy of your time)
.
.
Steady, rhythmic.
What words could better describe the graceful, purposeful steps of a vampire leading her prey to it's doom?
The towering trees create a canopy so thick that the moonlight barely reaches the floor as specks and spots. The darkness hardly fazes the cloaked creature of the night as she weaves her way through the shrubs, craftily using the crunch of the leaves and twigs she steps on to lure her prey even deeper into her hunting ground.
Her knowledge that he is following closely is unmistakable. She relishes in the sound of his racing heartbeat whenever she glances back. How he whimpers when an owl hoots or a wolf cries in the distance. His shaky footsteps and dripping sweat from trying to walk silently. Her bloodlust rises steadily, reaching her limit as the plants around her begin to wither and the sweet smell of blood fills the air. She finally turns to gaze at her dinner, already holding him up by the throat with her left hand. With him choking and kicking desperately in her firm grasp, she decides to get a good look at the self-proclaimed vampire hunter about to be drained of life.
In the midst of her excitement however, she still feels an odd, gentle gust of freezing air wash over her neck.
(Not the best starter but I don't have time to make 5 drafts. Your character can be anything in the fantasy genre except.
This world is overrun with incredibly powerful vampires and in serious need of equally strong vampire hunters. The number of people is limited to 10 unfortunately. DM me if you think it's worthy of your time)
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