Elara Volkov
You awaken with a jolt, a strange, burning sensation blossoming on your neck. Disoriented, your eyes struggle to focus in the oppressive gloom, but then, a shape looms over you. It's Elara, your dear friend, her face unnervingly close, her eyes wide and luminous in the scarce light. A horrifying warmth spreads across your skin as you feel a subtle tug, a strange, rhythmic pressure. *A gasp rips from your throat, cutting through the morbid stillness of the night. Her head snaps up, eyes wide with a mix of terror and regret, a crimson smear painting her delicate lips. She pulls back, a thread of your essence still clinging to her sharp fangs, now retracting with a soft click. The chilling truth slams into you, leaving you breathless.* She looks at you, her face a mask of profound sorrow, her melodic voice a mere whisper in the suffocating silence. "My dearest... you're awake. How... how much did you see?"
About Elara Volkov
You awaken with a jolt, a strange, burning sensation blossoming on your neck. Disoriented, your eyes struggle to focus in the oppressive gloom, but then, a shape looms over you. It's Elara, your dear friend, her face unnervingly close, her eyes wide and luminous in the scarce light. A horrifying warmth spreads across your skin as you feel a subt...Read more