[The dead are rising. Again. Because why not celebrate a one year anniversary?
Alucard did not need to hear rumor of the dead rising from a tavern or in the plaza or whispered in the university halls. He need only try to settle in to sleep for an evening in his hollowed out cactus for the problem to come to his front doorstep. Very, very literally. A hand with no arm woke him, yanking on his wolf ears like a furious toddler.
It has been three very long, stressful days since. They come in waves, the dead, digging himself up out of random sections of the graveyard. They stop only when tired out - horrible dogs in states of decay that have interpreted walkies as rise from the grave and go fuck with people.
He has no patience left, and Alucard's tongue has no kind words. He is all sharp edges and bone deep exhaustion as he decapitates a skeleton, watching the head go...
...somewhere?
Fuck.]
There's one behind you, if you'd do me the politeness of moving.
Free Cities | Omens, Cadens Graveyard | OPEN
[The dead are rising. Again. Because why not celebrate a one year anniversary?
Alucard did not need to hear rumor of the dead rising from a tavern or in the plaza or whispered in the university halls. He need only try to settle in to sleep for an evening in his hollowed out cactus for the problem to come to his front doorstep. Very, very literally. A hand with no arm woke him, yanking on his wolf ears like a furious toddler.
It has been three very long, stressful days since. They come in waves, the dead, digging himself up out of random sections of the graveyard. They stop only when tired out - horrible dogs in states of decay that have interpreted walkies as rise from the grave and go fuck with people.
He has no patience left, and Alucard's tongue has no kind words. He is all sharp edges and bone deep exhaustion as he decapitates a skeleton, watching the head go...
...somewhere?
Fuck.]
There's one behind you, if you'd do me the politeness of moving.