Neko felt like coming up with a second vampire character.

The cold chill of winter was already upon the ruins of the night god's temple. Pulling a thick, dark cloak closer, the hooded figure hovered around the pale grey ruins.
Despite the weather, he was warm, the dark purple underside of the cloak sliding smoothly against his high-collared white shirt.
"Oracle," he whispered, dropping down a trapdoor into the ruin's basement level. "What is the meaning of you summon? I have business to take care of!"
With a sadistic smirk, the ebony-furred cat turned to face him, blank eyes swiviling to watch him. "Name your colours, softvoice."
"Gold and beach." he whispered, dropping down his hood to show golden eyes and beech hair. "Now, speak!"
Ignoring his words, the cat ran a hand across his face, pausing for a moment to stroke his hair.
"Dorian. Impaitent as always, I see." the cat hissed, smile fading. "You came to be told of the future."
"No duh." Dorian snarled, baring his fangs in frustration. "What I want to know is what!"
"The night-god can feel him, vampire. He comes, the god of depression. The darkness of another world quickly approaches our own, pulling us down."

TBC...