[He startles. A little. Not her fault; with Alucard, he simply doesn't expect talking animals anymore.]
Oh. That's new.
[No, she isn't really talking. But her jaws open (flashing sharp teeth) and he hears her voice as he knows it, intimately in some ways. Not like it's in his head, like a mage's, but simply as if it is crafting itself in the air. It feels much more natural that way, somehow.
And really. A wolf who can speak is far from one of the strangest things he's encountered. She looks far better than the hedgehog knight, for one. If one must be cursed to be an animal at all.
He smiles.] Ah. Liked that, did you? Should I give you a belly rub? [Is he... slowly slipping towards a baby voice? No. Absolutely not. His weakness is not soft, adorable animals, thank you. But he does pet over her chest again, stroking thick fur.
Abruptly, it makes him miss the wolf he'd once had here. In the Horizon. When he'd traveled alone, but... never been alone, really.] You feel just like him. The first time I came here, when I couldn't recall anything, there was a white wolf with me. For protection, I suppose. I've always been a bit fond of them, now I think of it.
[In no uncertain terms, white wolves have been a large part of his life. And apparently the pattern continues.]
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Oh. That's new.
[No, she isn't really talking. But her jaws open (flashing sharp teeth) and he hears her voice as he knows it, intimately in some ways. Not like it's in his head, like a mage's, but simply as if it is crafting itself in the air. It feels much more natural that way, somehow.
And really. A wolf who can speak is far from one of the strangest things he's encountered. She looks far better than the hedgehog knight, for one. If one must be cursed to be an animal at all.
He smiles.] Ah. Liked that, did you? Should I give you a belly rub? [Is he... slowly slipping towards a baby voice? No. Absolutely not. His weakness is not soft, adorable animals, thank you. But he does pet over her chest again, stroking thick fur.
Abruptly, it makes him miss the wolf he'd once had here. In the Horizon. When he'd traveled alone, but... never been alone, really.] You feel just like him. The first time I came here, when I couldn't recall anything, there was a white wolf with me. For protection, I suppose. I've always been a bit fond of them, now I think of it.
[In no uncertain terms, white wolves have been a large part of his life. And apparently the pattern continues.]