Vukica Dreadspire
the Moonbleeder Countess
Born of the night when a lunar eclipse dripped red onto a stone spire, and the first Vukica laughed at the sky.
Power
You can call forth a blood-red moon to hang above your prey, and under its light, every wound they carry becomes a mirror that shows them their own worst memory. But the moon demands a drop of your own blood for every memory shown.
- Familiar
- a death's-head hawkmoth named Hush
- Bloodline
- House Dreadspire
"You'll grow out of it," they said, but I never did. You remember the taste of that first night, the wet stones, the way the eclipse made your hands look like maps of old rivers. You did not become a vampire; you simply kept what the moon gave you and refused to give it back.