[The desert beyond Cadens is a refuge in a way that the graveyard and even Alucard's current project can never be. It is open. Infinite. Impossibly large, and there are no constraints present. The sands stretch out forever, much like how the Carpathians seemed to tower into an endless sky.
He tries to come out here once a week. This evening is his second out here, brought on by need but also the concerning fact that his transformations have happened without Alucard's say so. To go from drawing a new section of galleries on the third floor to suddenly a large wolf is not normal and quite frankly, alarming.
It has happened about three times since he has gone into the desert. At the moment, Alucard's choice to be a wolf is of his own volition, as it is a far better shape for the night. Warmer. He has better hearing. in this form and--
--and he stops as he trots past a cactus. The noise ahead is out of place, and he sniffs furiously at the air, trying to figure out how close the source of the noise is.]
Closed; Magic on the fritz
He tries to come out here once a week. This evening is his second out here, brought on by need but also the concerning fact that his transformations have happened without Alucard's say so. To go from drawing a new section of galleries on the third floor to suddenly a large wolf is not normal and quite frankly, alarming.
It has happened about three times since he has gone into the desert. At the moment, Alucard's choice to be a wolf is of his own volition, as it is a far better shape for the night. Warmer. He has better hearing. in this form and--
--and he stops as he trots past a cactus. The noise ahead is out of place, and he sniffs furiously at the air, trying to figure out how close the source of the noise is.]