[ The panther gives chase only so far, because it isn’t long before Alucard crosses the path of one particular hunting party. Led by a golden-haired man in blue and gold ridingon the back of a massive white lion. A party betternot crossed by anything, least of all whatever the panther is.
Sure enough, toward the back of the group a group of black hounds runs at the side of a larger dog, one carrying a woman in a long cloak, hood awkwardly pulled over her own antlers. Amoung them, Trevor rides upon a grey hart. He twists his head about, having caught the scent of his husband, as his sister plucks the bat from her collar by a tiny leg, determines it to not be a dog, and tosses it aside. It’s about as dignified as it sounds.
The bat falls into Trevor’s hands and he looks down at Alucard, beaming. ]
One kiss. [ He whispers. ] For my protection. Unless you have something else you’d sooner trade.
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Sure enough, toward the back of the group a group of black hounds runs at the side of a larger dog, one carrying a woman in a long cloak, hood awkwardly pulled over her own antlers. Amoung them, Trevor rides upon a grey hart. He twists his head about, having caught the scent of his husband, as his sister plucks the bat from her collar by a tiny leg, determines it to not be a dog, and tosses it aside. It’s about as dignified as it sounds.
The bat falls into Trevor’s hands and he looks down at Alucard, beaming. ]
One kiss. [ He whispers. ] For my protection. Unless you have something else you’d sooner trade.