Curlvin was a vampire hunter who had recently graduated from training, despite being the softest out of his group. His determination to protect his family overruled everything else and he was eager to start hunting to protect those he cared about. He didn't love the idea of killing things, but he didn't like the idea of losing his family even more. ~~ ~~ Curlvin was traveling through the forest at night on top of his trusty steed, Calendar. He had finished drinking with his buddies and was returning home through the forest, since his usual path was blocked off. It was thundering, and he couldn't help the feeling that he was being watched. It was hard to see with the darkness of the forest, but he looked around to make sure he wasn't in danger. Calendar came to a halt, stomping her hoof wearily as something blocked their path.