A while ago, I watched Dracula, and its portrayal of vampires left me terribly conflicted.
Maybe there really are such beings, at least in that part of them that is vampire. But I don't think we should deny the existence of that powerful unknown: the legendary Blood Clan.
In my view, the Blood Clan are lonely, but not heartless. They choose different ways of life, living as they please and looking down on everything according to their own beliefs. Their long lives have given them a deep reserve of experience, so beneath any outward appearance, they are all equally elegant, composed, and wise.
This is the Blood Clan I want to portray.
A cozy little completed story.
The Prince of Tennis fanfiction, a short story about Fuji.
Cough, I don't remember the bird~ Also, I always feel like the plot hasn't unfolded yet @_@
Haha, keep up the good work (^ ^)
It always feels weird~