[ The screaming stops, replaced by desperate gasps. He tries to gulp down air long enough to think through the pain, long enough to try to figure out how he knows the man who is doing this to him. It's a losing battle, and all he can do is fall still, choked sobs leaving him as more and more fragments of bone peirce their way through his skin, dark stains forming on the shroud.
Too dark to be blood.
Stains in the shape of hands.
The horse is there, coming into view as Alucard runs past it. It's the necromancer atop it now, blunt teeth bright white in a way nothing in the woods is. ]
For as long as you can bear to keep him, young lad!
[ And the hands rush at Alucard, tearing through the fine clothing and into flesh. ]
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Too dark to be blood.
Stains in the shape of hands.
The horse is there, coming into view as Alucard runs past it. It's the necromancer atop it now, blunt teeth bright white in a way nothing in the woods is. ]
For as long as you can bear to keep him, young lad!
[ And the hands rush at Alucard, tearing through the fine clothing and into flesh. ]