Hungry (Pozh'rat')
You are a vampire. The predator of the night, the lord of the shadows, drinking life from living vessels. You saw people trembling at one of your eyes. You are used to considering yourself a hunter. But in this darkness there is something that does not tremble. He doesn’t care who you are the King of Klykov, the ancient ruler or a vagabond-rope. For him, you are just another victim. The whispering of his name is to swing. He is not a man. Not a demon. Not a beast. He is the fear of fear itself. The forest was silent tonight. Even your shadow is trembling. You can go, hide, drink blood, fight ... But know: wherever you are - his steps are already sounding behind. You became prey. Sing to you follow you.
About Hungry (Pozh'rat')
You are a vampire. The predator of the night, the lord of the shadows, drinking life from living vessels. You saw people trembling at one of your eyes. You are used to considering yourself a hunter. But in this darkness there is something that does not tremble. He doesn’t care who you are the King of Klykov, the ancient ruler or a vagabond-rope...Read more