✗XV✗
{Standing at the edge of the dread forest of spires, where dead things now freeze instead of rot, the vampire looks rather... nostalgic as he awaits his guest's footsteps. The video, full of pixelated-crystals and the true bluster, catches the snow nesting in the thickness of his unruly hair whilst he holds out his hands and lets his inhuman tongue slip from his mouth to snatch the heavy snowflakes out of the air.}
Aa vis de Varã, you are but a nettlesome dream. For in me there is space only for Iarnă, a Winter that takes me back to the soil of my birth.
My feudal Ţeara Rumânească.
Hn, I will have to drag that boy from his sleep to see just a glimpse of what his fatherland was like.
{Kneeling briefly he scoops up a handful of snow, balling it in his large hands.}
Aa my stubborn Childer, you cannot hide in dreams forever.
Aa vis de Varã, you are but a nettlesome dream. For in me there is space only for Iarnă, a Winter that takes me back to the soil of my birth.
My feudal Ţeara Rumânească.
Hn, I will have to drag that boy from his sleep to see just a glimpse of what his fatherland was like.
{Kneeling briefly he scoops up a handful of snow, balling it in his large hands.}
Aa my stubborn Childer, you cannot hide in dreams forever.