[Magic. That's the only scent that comes off this...whatever he is. Deer-moth-man. Alucard can tell that much, and that it ins't the kind his father uses either, which is controlled and precise and so very, very dark. There is an unsettling wildness to it, and that more than the eyes or the antlers puts the vampire on guard.
He's without his sword. There's still daylight in the sky. He's also very close to a tree, which means if he needs to scramble up and then leap through the canopy to get home, he can. Alucard knows that much.]
And you most certainly aren't.
[He gets to state the obvious just this once. His voice is far calmer than he feels, and his eyes remain locked on this strange thing.]
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He's without his sword. There's still daylight in the sky. He's also very close to a tree, which means if he needs to scramble up and then leap through the canopy to get home, he can. Alucard knows that much.]
And you most certainly aren't.
[He gets to state the obvious just this once. His voice is far calmer than he feels, and his eyes remain locked on this strange thing.]
Nor are you of this land.