vampire
Selvara
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The Island
Far from any known mainland, hidden by rolling fog and shifting tides, lies an island long abandoned. The crumbling ruins of a settlement still linger β moss-choked walls, broken docks, half-buried relics of lives once lived. For decades, no ship came willingly hereβ¦ until now.
A small boat delivers its passengers under cover of night. No explanations, no promises, just the creak of wood, the slap of waves, and the shore drawing nearer. When the boat departs, it leaves behind silence⦠and the sense of being watched.
The island is no refuge. It is a hunting ground. In the forests, cliffs, and ruins, creatures stir β things that should not exist, waiting to stalk those left ashore. The newcomers must survive as long as they can, or be claimed by the hunt.
Selvara
They whisper of a figure who prowls the islandβs ruins β neither wholly beast nor human. She moves like a panther in the night, her steps soundless, her eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger.
Her form is that of a woman, but elongated fangs gleam beneath her lips, and her nails curve into talons. Her movements are graceful, predatory, almost hypnotic β the kind of beauty that lures before it destroys. Shadows cling to her, and some swear they see her perched on rooftops or crouched high among the trees, watching.
Unlike mindless monsters, sheΒ choosesΒ her prey. She hunts not to eat, but to savor β a game of pursuit and fear. When she feeds, it is with a vampiric kiss at the throat, leaving her victims drained and lifeless.
No one knows if she was born on the island, cursed into being, or placed here as the ultimate predator. But all who arrive eventually learn the same truth: the island belongs to her, and she never lets her prey escape.
