((Aw, what the hell. I'll Role Play, anyways. >_> ))
The night was ever so dark and radiant with an utter essence of blood filling his nostrils, vampires were feasting in the night. The eerie feeling of the quintessence of the city/town, allowed Slayn to rather venture and explore the ravaging of the lycanthrope bat creatures. The moon shined bright over the structure of the mellow luminescent area. A great yellow round glow with the line shaping it so beautifully, the clouds a midnight blue similar to Slayn’s hair. His ponytail whipping slightly to the dancing wind, his obsidian coat keeping him warm from the tender blows of the atmosphere. Slayn’s eyes shimmering in a yellow cat-like appearance, funny how he kept a cross on his chest, ironic for a religious vampire, suddenly in a flash gone from the building and on to the next, in search for his own kind to kill.