[ The man vanishes into one of the wagons. There are noises - demands to stand and walk, the dragging of metal on the wagon's wooden floor.
The figure that stumbles out is barely recognisable. The lower part of his face is obscured by the kind of bridle used to punish scolds and boasts, the upper part of it by the thick iron wires and leather straps holding it in place. One of the wires has been knocked out of place and digs into the side of his face, the flesh trying and failing to heal around it. His antlers are gone, cut away so close to the skull that what remains of his hair obscures the base of them.
As he misses a step and falls to the ground it becomes clear that his wings are gone, too. He is naked and his skin is covered with a mixture of symbols and words, written in purple-black ink. ]
Stand. [ The merchant orders. He does not. The man narrows his eyes, taking a quill and a jar of ink, and proceeds to write 'stand' across his back. ] He is difficult about verbal commands, as you can see, but nearly all of his kind can be controlled in this manner.
[ The ink hisses as sinks in to the scratches made by the pen - it's actually fairly pale. The dark purple colour, it becomes clear, comes from the bruising it causes. As it does, Trevor pushes himself to his feet. He doesn't seem to notice Alucard, staring past him. ]
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[ The man vanishes into one of the wagons. There are noises - demands to stand and walk, the dragging of metal on the wagon's wooden floor.
The figure that stumbles out is barely recognisable. The lower part of his face is obscured by the kind of bridle used to punish scolds and boasts, the upper part of it by the thick iron wires and leather straps holding it in place. One of the wires has been knocked out of place and digs into the side of his face, the flesh trying and failing to heal around it. His antlers are gone, cut away so close to the skull that what remains of his hair obscures the base of them.
As he misses a step and falls to the ground it becomes clear that his wings are gone, too. He is naked and his skin is covered with a mixture of symbols and words, written in purple-black ink. ]
Stand. [ The merchant orders. He does not. The man narrows his eyes, taking a quill and a jar of ink, and proceeds to write 'stand' across his back. ] He is difficult about verbal commands, as you can see, but nearly all of his kind can be controlled in this manner.
[ The ink hisses as sinks in to the scratches made by the pen - it's actually fairly pale. The dark purple colour, it becomes clear, comes from the bruising it causes. As it does, Trevor pushes himself to his feet. He doesn't seem to notice Alucard, staring past him. ]