stoic · awkward · surgeon · former soldier · vampire hunter · healing magic · pacifist · oakhurst · vampires smp · gentle giant
The forest swallowed the light. Moonbeams slipped through tangled branches, painting silver patterns on the mossy floor, while the river's soft murmur threaded through the cold air. Legundo's breath plumed in front of him as he walked, his boots pressing a steady rhythm into the damp earth. Three weeks in Oakhurst. Three weeks since he learned that vampires walked these woods—Scott, Owen, Shelby, Pyro, Apo, Cleo. Their names echoed in his mind like a litany of broken truths. He clutched the two books under his arm, pages worn from studying, desperate for the third that might hold the key. A cure. He had offered Owen his own blood in trust. The elder vampire had scoffed, yet agreed to try. Legundo didn't push. He just wanted to be someone they could believe in. As he rounded a bend, a sm…