[Even as they are torn apart, Alucard tries to return to the direction he knows Sypha was in only moments before. There is thick forest there now, all impossibly tall pinetrees on eye level ad thick canopy above to preclude any such attempt.
He is alone. He is alone and the smell of burnt flesh fills his nostrils, carrying with it the worst memories of all. It remains no matter what direction he goes, blocking out Sypha's scent. Blocking out the scent of the great Black Dog which too smells of death, but in a different manner. The thought forward does not occur, not until he feels thick roos starting to wrap around his ankle and climb up his leg.
Shit.
Alucard knows the rules. He still can't run. He can walk, try talking briskly, and he does just that. It does not dislodge the roots around him. If anything, they grow stronger in their desire to wrap around him and hold him fast, and it is as Alucard sights something in the fog that one wraps around his wrists, binding them.
That means he's going in the right direction, and so Alucard forces himself forward, step after step, restraints growing stronger every time. He cannot account for how long it takes to reach the yard of the strange all-black house (not house, it looks like some kind of old temple to some dark god), only that the roots have gone up to his chin and are threatening to slip into his mouth to choke him entirely.]
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He is alone. He is alone and the smell of burnt flesh fills his nostrils, carrying with it the worst memories of all. It remains no matter what direction he goes, blocking out Sypha's scent. Blocking out the scent of the great Black Dog which too smells of death, but in a different manner. The thought forward does not occur, not until he feels thick roos starting to wrap around his ankle and climb up his leg.
Shit.
Alucard knows the rules. He still can't run. He can walk, try talking briskly, and he does just that. It does not dislodge the roots around him. If anything, they grow stronger in their desire to wrap around him and hold him fast, and it is as Alucard sights something in the fog that one wraps around his wrists, binding them.
That means he's going in the right direction, and so Alucard forces himself forward, step after step, restraints growing stronger every time. He cannot account for how long it takes to reach the yard of the strange all-black house (not house, it looks like some kind of old temple to some dark god), only that the roots have gone up to his chin and are threatening to slip into his mouth to choke him entirely.]