[ He stands, pulling Alucard to his feet, and those wings coil around him as bast they can. The wooded area is strange. It isn't so dense that it should be difficult to see far ahead, and yet things keep appearing suddenly. Trees, beds of flowers. Eventually, a silvery structure spun from what appears to be spider thread, hanging from one of the larger trees. Trevor tilts his head at it. ]
That- shouldn't be there.
[ On the one hand, he doesn't like it. On the other, it is a hidden place. And it doesn't seem like it's one of the sex tents. ]
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That- shouldn't be there.
[ On the one hand, he doesn't like it. On the other, it is a hidden place. And it doesn't seem like it's one of the sex tents. ]