Mokarro was bored of sitting in his castle all day, it drained him, he felt confided in the stone walls and the cold warmth of the fire place. He stood up from his old chair, a creak sound followed him as his black vampire cloak followed behind him, the collar of it brushing his cheeks as he walked down the stone stairs.

he made his way outside, strolling through the overgrown gardens and into the forest behind his castle, the moon light shining brightly