[Alucard can't struggle. His limbs are lost to him right now. He attempts a retort to her, but no. Words are also lost. His mouth is numb and in his eyes there is a flash of terror. He'll die if this fails and...
...for the first time, he doesn't want that.
Horrible moment for a break through as he's dragged through the streets. Hopefully anyone remaining in Braila can escape during the day. He hopes that the fight has bought some people their freedom. It's worth it, only for that.
They remain along the river though, to the section of the city where all the worst and the smelliest trades are. Alucard can tell a slaughter house by the scent, and oh God he understands what's going on.
Yet it works, doesn't it? It's a horror. It fits Carmilla's awful person that she has devolved into, feeding from her own kind.
Alucard doesn't struggle. But the hatred in his eyes remains.]
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...for the first time, he doesn't want that.
Horrible moment for a break through as he's dragged through the streets. Hopefully anyone remaining in Braila can escape during the day. He hopes that the fight has bought some people their freedom. It's worth it, only for that.
They remain along the river though, to the section of the city where all the worst and the smelliest trades are. Alucard can tell a slaughter house by the scent, and oh God he understands what's going on.
Yet it works, doesn't it? It's a horror. It fits Carmilla's awful person that she has devolved into, feeding from her own kind.
Alucard doesn't struggle. But the hatred in his eyes remains.]