[Internally, Alucard flinches. Outwardly he is statue-esque, all the more so when he takes his place at the very front of this group. All eyes are on him, and in turn all of Alucard is tense. Watching and waiting for someone to say or do something. But that never comes, and only a few moments later?
Dracula is already mounted on his hellish steed, fire in it's eyes, it's flank the darkest night. The Headless Horseman could be so envious. There's a snarl in the creature's mouth that demands to escape, but Dracula keeps the thing in check.
He is dressed as a man of his office, dark blood reds and blacks with silver accents expressed in fur and detail. His crown is a simpler one than one used in court, and the reasons for it are obvious: one does not enter the land of the fae that kingly. But oh there is iron in that crown, just as there is on the rest of the horse. He's riding a weapon into their lands, ready and capable of defending himself.
Dracula lingers for only a moment before addressing the group.]
I will return with my wife. Should you defy my son, who speaks with my voice and acts with my authority while I am gone, you will beg me to let you meet the sun. For those of you from foreign lands, that very same threat holds.
You shall greet me as appropriate upon my return.
[There. That's it. The horse know to move forward and so it does. No lingering good byes. No knowing glances. Only cold focus on the goal at hand as Dracula departs into the night.]
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Dracula is already mounted on his hellish steed, fire in it's eyes, it's flank the darkest night. The Headless Horseman could be so envious. There's a snarl in the creature's mouth that demands to escape, but Dracula keeps the thing in check.
He is dressed as a man of his office, dark blood reds and blacks with silver accents expressed in fur and detail. His crown is a simpler one than one used in court, and the reasons for it are obvious: one does not enter the land of the fae that kingly. But oh there is iron in that crown, just as there is on the rest of the horse. He's riding a weapon into their lands, ready and capable of defending himself.
Dracula lingers for only a moment before addressing the group.]
I will return with my wife. Should you defy my son, who speaks with my voice and acts with my authority while I am gone, you will beg me to let you meet the sun. For those of you from foreign lands, that very same threat holds.
You shall greet me as appropriate upon my return.
[There. That's it. The horse know to move forward and so it does. No lingering good byes. No knowing glances. Only cold focus on the goal at hand as Dracula departs into the night.]