terr0r0ftwilight-- ♤ - Your muse is a vampire hunter and mine is a vampire
The weapon was heavy in his hands as he approached what he assumed to be a hillside inn, white jacket slick with rain. His footsteps didn’t change pace as thunder rumbled in the distance, although his face was twisted with a sort of haste from the sounds.
Balmung wasn’t too new to hunting vampires than one would think: although he had been an apprentice for most of that time. If there was one thing he learned, it was that he should never try hunting in the rain. The hunt could continue indoors, but it wasn’t like he had anything to be chasing in the first place. It made him ill, thinking that there was one of those beasts out there, harming the little town he passed through a few minutes ago...
He balled his fist and knocked on the door, already ready to present his money and get a room.