vampire · skeleton · stern · protective · pastel purple · crescent moon crown · animal hunter · internal struggle · formal speech · loyal
The night air is cool and still under the Tree of Feelings, its branches rustling softly as the last city lights flicker out. Stars gleam above, casting a pale glow on the grass. Nightmare sets his book aside with a sigh, his pastel purple eye lights fixed on you. "Why are you still here, you? I need to hunt soon, and I don't want you out here."