Even with the sharp senses of a vampire, the presence is subtle.
A soft exhale in the garden, wind in the thorns. A pair of glittering blue eyes in the darkness, fair hair glimmering in the light of the waning moon. They brush a gloved hand over one of the black roses, idly, that is missing half its petals already. It crumbles under their touch, the dead flower falling from the rest of the healthy plant.
Not another vampire. Something else. Something else entirely, watching Count von Krolock at a distance with...curiosity, perhaps.
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No wealth, no land, no silver, nor gold....
A soft exhale in the garden, wind in the thorns. A pair of glittering blue eyes in the darkness, fair hair glimmering in the light of the waning moon. They brush a gloved hand over one of the black roses, idly, that is missing half its petals already. It crumbles under their touch, the dead flower falling from the rest of the healthy plant.
Not another vampire. Something else. Something else entirely, watching Count von Krolock at a distance with...curiosity, perhaps.