Behind every monster hunter is a far too extensive library. [It is said with a sigh, but some truths aren't terrible. Trevor knew his lore as well, but in a different way from Sypha.

No matter. As day speeds into night, Alucard downs the rest of his wine glass. It is just enough time for the sky to shift to what he knows to be safe for the horses. He's all set to start summoning them up but--

--low hanging fruit comes first.] You'd give it the wrong name anyway. Alucard is what the people of Wallachia call me. My parents named me Adrian.

[With that, horses. Alucard doesn't linger to drink in Jaskier's reaction either. He instead focuses on creation, because it has been some time since he's seen the beasts that his father held in the stables.

Two. They start as dark shapes, vaguely horse like. Red eyes are filled in first. Then their ears that twist into horns. Teeth that are too sharp for horses come next, the shape of the bodies refined as Alucard conjures them from memory. The coats are not pitch black night, they are deep twilight purples. It is the saddles that are black, accented with sharp silver because sometimes, to be contrary to lore is satisfying.

There.]

Radu is on the left, Dănești is on the right.