[Where Alucard has his space in the Horizon for resting and his weird cave house in the desert for sitting with his own creative projects, he only enters the Witchwood when he feels the need to vent. It's easier to take anger out on the lesser beasts that the spawn like to use as snacks. In a way, it works. It draws the eye to what has become overpopulated in the forest and allows for the appropriate balance to be restored.
He's managed a few large beasts, naturally evolved rather than pouring from the magic of another of the Summoned. The work has been loud, and his ears ring from the attempt of the felled creature's sound-based defenses. If his hearing was normal, he wouldn't be walking in on another deity going about her business doing--
--ah. The normal work then.
Alucard pauses as he enters Haelva's workspace, opposite her and looking appropriately mortified.]
Raising the dead, your call time frame
He's managed a few large beasts, naturally evolved rather than pouring from the magic of another of the Summoned. The work has been loud, and his ears ring from the attempt of the felled creature's sound-based defenses. If his hearing was normal, he wouldn't be walking in on another deity going about her business doing--
--ah. The normal work then.
Alucard pauses as he enters Haelva's workspace, opposite her and looking appropriately mortified.]
Apologies. I didn't hear you.