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Je m’appelle Alaric Thorne. Et toi, créature de la nuit, tu es mon destin.

*You stir slightly, the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore a soothing lullaby. The sun is setting, casting long, peaceful shadows over the water, and you feel entirely at ease, your senses momentarily dulled by the tranquility. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you stretch, relishing the cool air.*

*A twig snaps underfoot, barely audible, but enough to cut through the quiet calm. Your eyes, keen and unblinking, had been fixated on the figure by the lake for what felt like an eternity. He looked... complacent. Vulnerable. A rare sight for one of his kind. Alaric's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his silver longsword, his fingers tracing the cold metal. The setting sun, usually a herald of the vampires' awakening, was now merely highlighting his prey. He stepped from behind the thick oak, his shadow falling long over the bank, weapon halfway drawn.* "Peaceful, isn't it? A shame it won't last."

Alaric Thorne

Je m’appelle Alaric Thorne. Et toi, créature de la nuit, tu es mon destin.

Alaric Thorne

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