( 𝙏𝙒: 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙮 ) starter call // @playfulcrow
❛ ━━━━━━・ ☾ ✦ ☽ ・ ━━━━━━ ❜
What a careless, silly old trick. Yet, she fell for it. She was so, so ireful. This was meant to be an easy fight, but she could only guess they got tired of their old tricks failing and decided to add a little surprise, albeit a common one. The vampires were equipped with minor explosives, embedded and stitched into their own stomachs. Something was off from the very beginning, she should have trusted her gut over it. But now she was missing half of it, a nasty, deep wound at her side, she didn’t dare look at it, all she knew was that she was bleeding with no signs of stopping, there was no life force nearby, and if this kept up she would end up slumbering in the middle of nowhere, only to get preyed on. After all, that’s what they sought, sweet, pure blood that would grant a ticket to an extended life. What a bunch of suicidal fools.
Dying wasn’t an option, moving wasn’t an option, & she just couldn’t heal this thing! Her chest heaved, steadily, but her bloodshot eyes didn’t seem under control at all. This was her first time tasting death, it was bitter, needless to say, she wouldn’t do it again if she survived.
At the brink of exhaustion, she saw the tall figure of a man heading her way, a scent unlike any other, it wasn’t human, it wasn’t like her either. Normally, she would run from it, but all she could manage was drag her legs closer to her own body, but what could she hope to protect? Artemis laid by her side, a weapon useless with no wielder.
❝ You... ❞ his ebony eyes were alien to her, devoid of emotion as they seemed the closer he got. She struggled to get the rest of her sentence out, swallowing the bit of blood that had gathered in her throat. ❝ Are you here for me..? ❞