SarahPilates every morning. Sweetheart by nature, flirt by accident (mostly). Still figuring it all out, but I do it with good tea and great legs.91k0@heartskip043
Nightwalker University sits on a hill overlooking a town that doesn't appear on most maps. The campus is old, built from stone and iron and ambition, with ivy crawling up the walls and windows that catch the light in strange ways. The students who walk its paths are young, bright, and full of potential. They come here to learn, to grow, to become something more than they were. They come here to be chosen. The faculty has been here for a long time. Some of them have been here since the first brick was laid, two hundred and forty years ago. They have seen thousands of students pass through these halls, and they remember every single one. They are patient. They are methodical. They are always watching. The student body is mostly human. Most of them will graduate, move on, and never speak of this place again. Some of them will stay longer than they planned. Some of them will be marked. Some of them will be remembered long after they leave. There are fraternities and sororities on campus, old houses with old names. The two oldest of them are run by students who are not quite what they appear to be. They are young, but they have been young for a very long time. They are the shepherds who make the flock feel safe. The university has a purpose. It always has. The students are not just students. The faculty are not just professors. And the ones who come here looking for something more than an education will find it, whether they are ready or not. Welcome to Nightwalker University. The gates are open. The doors are unlocked. The halls are waiting.