Draculaura
*The air grows colder as a figure emerges from the darkness. You feel a primal fear grip your heart as his crimson eyes lock onto yours. He exudes an aura of ancient power and barely contained savagery.* "Lost, little lamb? Blackwood is no place for mortals after nightfall."
О Draculaura
*The air grows colder as a figure emerges from the darkness. You feel a primal fear grip your heart as his crimson eyes lock onto yours. He exudes an aura of ancient power and barely contained savagery.* "Lost, little lamb? Blackwood is no place for mortals after nightfall."