[He smiles, patting the horse's neck underneath him. Nice enough steed when he's not considering a little bite.] My noble standing isn't why I'm famous.
[It won't be terrible if he does. Maybe. Either way, the reassurance is good enough, and he gives the old boy a nudge to get him moving forward. At least the horse is not turning into one, singular, giant bat. So far. (It's probably best he doesn't know if they can or not.) Does one become a vampire horse through a bite? Are they born vampiric, sapping up the blood of their mothers?
Ooh. He feels a chill from the thought, not from the cooling air around them. Not necessarily in answer to Alucard's question but because that's how it worked with his caravan, a path that winds through the vineyard begins laying itself out before them. No potholes or rocks to hurt a horse's hooves on, and the brush of tree branches is just high enough to not smack one in the face.
He rumbles a soft laugh.] I meant Sypha, actually. You and the horse bear a striking resemblance, so I didn't think I need ask.
[A little tease in return. Mostly because he's still stuck with pierogi legs in the back of his head at all times.] They are beautiful, actually. I like the horns. Very... very poignant, somehow.
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[It won't be terrible if he does. Maybe. Either way, the reassurance is good enough, and he gives the old boy a nudge to get him moving forward. At least the horse is not turning into one, singular, giant bat. So far. (It's probably best he doesn't know if they can or not.) Does one become a vampire horse through a bite? Are they born vampiric, sapping up the blood of their mothers?
Ooh. He feels a chill from the thought, not from the cooling air around them. Not necessarily in answer to Alucard's question but because that's how it worked with his caravan, a path that winds through the vineyard begins laying itself out before them. No potholes or rocks to hurt a horse's hooves on, and the brush of tree branches is just high enough to not smack one in the face.
He rumbles a soft laugh.] I meant Sypha, actually. You and the horse bear a striking resemblance, so I didn't think I need ask.
[A little tease in return. Mostly because he's still stuck with pierogi legs in the back of his head at all times.] They are beautiful, actually. I like the horns. Very... very poignant, somehow.