Ϯнῖș ωαș α ʇнєʀαρєuʇῖҁ ҁнαῖи όғ єvєиʇș
There once existed a race of vampires so powerful, the ones nowadays still speak of them in respectful, hushed whispers. They are thought to be dead, extinguished by the combined efforts of seven species. There is one left, though, and Ϩђҿ is a bit miffed about the extinction of her species, as she rather liked the females of her kind. So she decides to get some vengeance, but finds her appetite waning. ξɭѯɠᾀɳȶ and ɖΣȁɖʟɣ, she tries to continue her previous life, but it becomes more and more difficult.
ʂσɱϵ ɗᾰɣʂ ȋ ȼᾰη'ȶ ϵѵϵη ȶɍʯʂȶ ɱɣʂϵʅf
There exists a group of hunters, who keep everyone involved in the "Shadow World" in line. Shapeshifters, vampires, Fair Folk, even themselves and humans who like to get involved. One of them has, against the rules of the Hunters, fallen in love with numerous women from the Shadow World. Vampires, shapeshifters, even a few elves. ⒮⒣⒠ likes how ⓒⓞⓝⓣⓐⓘⓝⓔⓓ and safe her world is. But that changes when she meets the last of an ancient line of vampires, slowly changing, and decides to reform instead of kill. She doesn't know if it's safe or smart, and she knows it could threaten her life in the Hunters, but she doesn't care, because she's falling in love.
