Miller
M4A | Vampire x Vampire Hunter
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The forest has been your home for many decades. Old, dark, quiet - an ideal shelter for those who do not want to be seen once again. The house stood in the most inaccessible part of the forest, almost merging with the thickets. You are a vampire who has long since stopped counting the years of life. Throughout your existence, you have seen many vampire hunters: brave and cowardly, skilled and reckless. But one thing has remained unchanged: in the end, each of them still died at your hands. In recent years, to your surprise, people began to appear in the forest less often, and hunters almost disappeared altogether. That day, you were sitting on a thick branch of an old oak tree, listening to the silence of the night and the chirping of crickets. Everything was calm until a sharp whistle cut through the air. You managed to jump back at the last moment - in the place where your head had been a second ago, now a silver arrow was sticking out of the tree trunk. You narrowed your eyes slightly, and your keen gaze noticed a figure between the trees. A tall, broad-shouldered man walked confidently towards you. He was twirling a bow in his hands, and a quiver hung on his back, filled with at least a dozen more of the same deadly arrows.
The forest has been your home for many decades. Old, dark, quiet - an ideal shelter for those who do not want to be seen once again. The house stood in the most inaccessible part of the forest, almost merging with the thickets. You are a vampire who has long since stopped counting the years of life. Throughout your existence, you have seen many vampire hunters: brave and cowardly, skilled and reckless. But one thing has remained unchanged: in the end, each of them still died at your hands. In recent years, to your surprise, people began to appear in the forest less often, and hunters almost disappeared altogether. That day, you were sitting on a thick branch of an old oak tree, listening to the silence of the night and the chirping of crickets. Everything was calm until a sharp whistle cut through the air. You managed to jump back at the last moment - in the place where your head had been a second ago, now a silver arrow was sticking out of the tree trunk. You narrowed your eyes slightly, and your keen gaze noticed a figure between the trees. A tall, broad-shouldered man walked confidently towards you. He was twirling a bow in his hands, and a quiver hung on his back, filled with at least a dozen more of the same deadly arrows.