starter @knot-ee ft. olrox & gawain !
like a bird of prey, tilting its head in careful consideration, the masked hunter regarded this well dressed man that stood in his way. he had a kind of noble bearing to him, one that set him apart from the vampiric rabble gawain had already slew his way through. whip still in hand, he didn't immediately make to fight this stranger. this night, the hunter had been on the prowl for a certain menace who had been plaguing the common folk - a vampire who liked to dress himself in finery and hide behind the veneer of aristocracy. from what his intel, gawain knew his mark to be a short man with pale skin and droopy eyes. this was not the one he sought.
" . . . i've no business with you. step aside." came the deep, calm voice of the hunter - just faintly muffled by his mask. he knew a visitor when he saw one; this man, this vampire, was too different from the rest for gawain to believe he was part of this particular clan. unlike what a more youthful and over confident hunter may have done, gawain did not feel the need to kill every single vampire that stood before him. he wasn't that altruistic; the head of the village who had told him about their nightly harassment had done so with the intent of playing on his heartstrings, before finally agreeing to properly make it a commission. even a lone hunter needed to eat, at the end of the day.
still, should this stranger not heed his warning, he was ready to do battle all the same.
