NOX VAMPYRE

The moon sharpens her silver teeth, and the shadows stir with longing. It is time.

You are hereby summoned to the Nox Vampyre Ball. A luxury gala for creatures of the night, hosted by yours truly, Lady WolfHart.

Beneath cathedral skies, in velvet drape, we gather — not merely to dance, but to awaken the hunger that sleeps beneath the surface. 

On this night, let the living envy the dead. Let the forgotten rise again. Let the dark claim you.

I await your arrival with sharpened anticipation.

My Dearest Creatures of the Velvet Hour,