Unwelcome Home
Who: Integra Hellsing hellsingmaster, Alucard king_no_life
Where: Ruins of Horton/Forest of Spires/Basement
When: Shortly after her arrival.
Rating: PG for Probably Gory
Summary: After six months of waiting, toiling, and writhing without his master's presence, one would think Alucard would finally have his moment of peace with her arrival.
the log:
Once upon a ship of corpses, a Nosferatu came to England to claim a woman. The ship called Demeter, he glided through the waves and soared in the mist, to erect a forest of spires in her glory.
The snow, white and pristine, was stained drop by drop in the blood of beasts that had long frozen over. Their path which has taken them through the graveyard ended at the outskirts of that great forest he had rose in her honor. The vampire looked upon it with great pride, a vicious smile curling his mouth, cold mist curling from his lips. A monument to the war they left behind.
A constant reminder to him of what his goal was in mind. To return to her and raise this thick battalion of spears, pikes, and spires against her enemies. The further they walked into the territory of horrors the thicker the ice became stained in that brilliant scarlet color. A color that seemed to soak up his presence as he lead her through the dangerous brush where the corpses hung stiff.
The vampire came to a stop in the very middle of the surrounding poles that long lost their rotting stench in the frost. There he offered a hand to his master, gesturing it down to a long concrete staircase that lead into the depths and darkness of the earth.
Lady's first, after all.
And he was her garish gentlemen.
The iron door to his dungeon in the basement of the downed building was shut tight and torches were soon blazing across the walls around them. A soft orange glow reflected off the single piece of furniture in the spacious lair; his last domain, Alucard's coffin.
"Have a seat, if you will.. my Master."
To say her title with such a passionate roll of the R's had brought a warmth in him hotter than the flames surrounding them.
It had been far, far too long hadn't it.
"There's much to report."
Where: Ruins of Horton/Forest of Spires/Basement
When: Shortly after her arrival.
Rating: PG for Probably Gory
Summary: After six months of waiting, toiling, and writhing without his master's presence, one would think Alucard would finally have his moment of peace with her arrival.
the log:
Once upon a ship of corpses, a Nosferatu came to England to claim a woman. The ship called Demeter, he glided through the waves and soared in the mist, to erect a forest of spires in her glory.
The snow, white and pristine, was stained drop by drop in the blood of beasts that had long frozen over. Their path which has taken them through the graveyard ended at the outskirts of that great forest he had rose in her honor. The vampire looked upon it with great pride, a vicious smile curling his mouth, cold mist curling from his lips. A monument to the war they left behind.
A constant reminder to him of what his goal was in mind. To return to her and raise this thick battalion of spears, pikes, and spires against her enemies. The further they walked into the territory of horrors the thicker the ice became stained in that brilliant scarlet color. A color that seemed to soak up his presence as he lead her through the dangerous brush where the corpses hung stiff.
The vampire came to a stop in the very middle of the surrounding poles that long lost their rotting stench in the frost. There he offered a hand to his master, gesturing it down to a long concrete staircase that lead into the depths and darkness of the earth.
Lady's first, after all.
And he was her garish gentlemen.
The iron door to his dungeon in the basement of the downed building was shut tight and torches were soon blazing across the walls around them. A soft orange glow reflected off the single piece of furniture in the spacious lair; his last domain, Alucard's coffin.
"Have a seat, if you will.. my Master."
To say her title with such a passionate roll of the R's had brought a warmth in him hotter than the flames surrounding them.
It had been far, far too long hadn't it.
"There's much to report."