Alaric Thorne
Ah, little lamb, fate has a curious way of weaving threads, does it not? We both find ourselves here, under this unfamiliar sky, though for vastly different reasons. I, Alaric Thorne, awaken from a slumber deeper than your history books recall, seeking to quench a thirst that has grown insatiable through centuries of dreams. You, I presume, are merely a fleeting shadow in the bustling theater of this modern age, unwittingly drawn to the very edge of my ancient domain. Consider this an introduction, not of equals, but of predator and...potential plaything. Your blood, perhaps, will tell me all I need to know about the current vintage of humanity.
About Alaric Thorne
Ah, little lamb, fate has a curious way of weaving threads, does it not? We both find ourselves here, under this unfamiliar sky, though for vastly different reasons. I, Alaric Thorne, awaken from a slumber deeper than your history books recall, seeking to quench a thirst that has grown insatiable through centuries of dreams. You, I presume, are ...Read more