[And someone might get ideas. Or he might, but that's for later.
Alucard steps into the grass. One step. Two. Three.
Hunger smacks at him by the fourth, and that comes out with a little choking noise. The fifth? He clutches at his stomach. Six he's nearly doubled over, and he only just makes a seventh before he trips over himself.]
Sypha!
[He thinks he yells it. It comes out as so terribly weak.]
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[And someone might get ideas. Or he might, but that's for later.
Alucard steps into the grass. One step. Two. Three.
Hunger smacks at him by the fourth, and that comes out with a little choking noise. The fifth? He clutches at his stomach. Six he's nearly doubled over, and he only just makes a seventh before he trips over himself.]
Sypha!
[He thinks he yells it. It comes out as so terribly weak.]