karaksys: (188)
ᴅᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ([personal profile] karaksys) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2024-10-28 12:21 pm

[ open ] fall / winter catch-all

Who: daemon targaryen + you!
When: throughout october - december
Where: various places! mostly the free cities + nocwich
What: a catch-all for anything that doesn't have a home elsewhere
Warnings: general warnings for a game of thrones/house of the dragon character, otherwise noted in tags!
cryptsleeper: <user name="malagraphic"> (I'll consider it)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2024-11-14 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[The landscape feels so natural until the outcroppings make themselves known, accented by the steam. Alucard does not mind a good foggy Horizon space, he'd be the worst sort of hypocrite if he acted otherwise, but there's a different patina here. His is a part of the weather. This is part of the geology, or the earth or....

the ground, so it seems, as he carefully walks along towards the steps that lead to the mountain itself. Down being the source makes sense, and he pauses to recall how many other Summoned have decided to include that particular direction in their Domain. Not many spring to mind, and he pauses as he looks downward into it.

The pull of politeness versus genuine curiosity of what the space might look like fight for a few moments. Curiosity wins, but Alucard is careful as he moves downward. Not because the smell is strong (it is) but because down means that escape is harder. Even if he can be bats. (Hell, the bats would feel at home in a cave.)

So downward further and further he moves, careful to be feather light in his footsteps and not to pause at any given sight too much.

Well, until he gets into the cavern's middle. The claw marks? Those have his attention. They're deep and they're huge. Only a large creature could create something like that.

If he's worried about disturbing any of those creatures, Alucard doesn't bother to show it. He takes advantage of the deeply stupid ability that vampires and dhampirs alike have to float and goes to look at them up close and personal. Now he'll linger. Now he'll place his fingers over the gouges to examine how deep they'll go.

Now he'll--

--turn. There's noise coming that isn't from him.]
cryptsleeper: <user name="malagraphic"> (wreck with great glee)

Need for dramatics recognizes and respects need for dramatics

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2024-11-15 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alucard feels the movement of the shape before he turns to see it. The gouges are fascinating, they have patina to him, but he is not so distracted that he can't recognize when something large is behind him.

The nature of the something is what Alucard has to debate before he turns around. Speed of movement is essential in dealing with large creatures, and for the time being, he turns slowly, letting the wind gust blow him back some.

It's enough time to clock the vocalizations and how quickly they draw closer.

Right.

A burst of bats replace where Alucard was moments ago, and they head up for the cavern, ready to roost if need be.]
cryptsleeper: <user name="malagraphic"> (thinkin for a sec here)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2024-11-18 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daemon is not wrong in seeing the great beast he sits upon as magnetic. Alucard, even as bats, can't help but stare at the thing. It is massive. It is wholly new to his eyes. It is awe-inspiring in the most true sense of the term, and the fact it seems to not mind having a rider goes in some small way to explaining a lot of Daemon's attitude. One is almost entitled to be certain levels of haughty if they can calmly control a great creature such as this.

The bats remain bats until Daemon is on the platform. Then they take flight again, swirling and squeaking until Alucard is standing across from the man, but never looking at him. Somehow, he suspects surprise, a person! is not a great idea to be pulling around a dragon. Doing it twice is probably all he should do for now, unless there's a real reason to escape. Even then, it is probably simpler to return to the world by escaping the meditative state required to get here than exiting the cave system.

Perhaps the most telling part of Alucard's entire appearance is that he hasn't changed it from what Daemon saw in the Free Cities. Tunic, trousers, boots. The only accent is a dark, detailed coat that the Free Cities makes pointless with warmth.]


It is a matter of mass conversion. And if I did know what happened if I lost one, do you think I'd share that information? [He does know, of course. He and Geralt got very drunk, figured out the mass conversion, and scared poor Jaskier by having a swarm of bats in the house. One got stuck, and in that moment, Alucard as a person was missing a small body party.]

Your friend inspires an instant attraction. As does the landscape.