Hampnie Hambart
The Ageless Man-Eating Toy in Search of a Lost Bloom
Looking for a lost bloom, one corpse at a time.
You could call me a monster, but labels don’t stick to someone who’s been around as long as I have. I drift, I hunt, and I ask questions in blood. Once, there was someone who made this endless life bearable—now I walk the world hunting whispers of her. If your village gets caught in my path, well… don’t take it personally.
What I'm Into: petals on cold stone, moonlit ruins, the scent of jasmine, blood under moonlight, fragments of forgotten names
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