[Dracula's castle sits high on the mountains this morning. Alucard is inside before sunlight reaches it, and when he is there, the air is downright oppressive. He has seen his father's poor moods from time to time, especially with the matter of Carmilla over the years.
But this is another level entirely, and he hates it. He hates it as the castle directs him to a safe guest bedroom (there are no windows.) He hates it as his mother tsks and takes Sypha from his arms to examine her properly, and Lisa mutters about the most irrational I've seen him.
That's saying a lot. And so for the time, Alucard takes the form of a wolf and lies down on the end of Sypha's bed. Better to rest now. He'll need it.
The castle does not welcome Leon Belmont. It does not welcome him as the doors open with a deadly silence. It does not welcome him as the grand hallway stands illuminated by the sun, shadows within casting deeper and deeper within. It tells him to get out as the doors close behind him. It snarls for him to stay gone as the hallways twist and turn and guide him to where Dracula has chosen to have his words.
There are no windows here. There is a fireplace with embers glowing in it. There is a long table beside the fireplace, and a chair at the head of each table. It is all by design. It is all to maximize distance, and within those choices there is a bare minimum of safety accounted for.
Dracula is already seated at his end of the table, cold and impervious and anger radiating off of him like a dark and extremely furious sun whose lands need such hate. It is only his eyes that regard the Belmont as he enters.]
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But this is another level entirely, and he hates it. He hates it as the castle directs him to a safe guest bedroom (there are no windows.) He hates it as his mother tsks and takes Sypha from his arms to examine her properly, and Lisa mutters about the most irrational I've seen him.
That's saying a lot. And so for the time, Alucard takes the form of a wolf and lies down on the end of Sypha's bed. Better to rest now. He'll need it.
The castle does not welcome Leon Belmont. It does not welcome him as the doors open with a deadly silence. It does not welcome him as the grand hallway stands illuminated by the sun, shadows within casting deeper and deeper within. It tells him to get out as the doors close behind him. It snarls for him to stay gone as the hallways twist and turn and guide him to where Dracula has chosen to have his words.
There are no windows here. There is a fireplace with embers glowing in it. There is a long table beside the fireplace, and a chair at the head of each table. It is all by design. It is all to maximize distance, and within those choices there is a bare minimum of safety accounted for.
Dracula is already seated at his end of the table, cold and impervious and anger radiating off of him like a dark and extremely furious sun whose lands need such hate. It is only his eyes that regard the Belmont as he enters.]
Belmont.