[He isn't sure that the dead will stay where they are. Alucard hopes that they will, because seemingly every grave has made at least one attempt so far. What Alucard does know is that every awful, petty thought he has is now voices, that there's urges that should not be there at all, and waves of guilt that he shook off a while ago come back home to roost in his head.
The desert is safer. The desert has his crypt, and he knows that it is a safer place to be for now. Whatever new foulness has settled over him, it can be waited out there. Where it is safe, or at least safer to be.
He's taking the slow route to his crypt. Traveling as men do.
Tonight, he's stopped in the same place as a caravan. It is easy work to go through the supplies halfway through their journey, keen eyes used to the dark. He breathes out, extending a hand.]
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The desert is safer. The desert has his crypt, and he knows that it is a safer place to be for now. Whatever new foulness has settled over him, it can be waited out there. Where it is safe, or at least safer to be.
He's taking the slow route to his crypt. Traveling as men do.
Tonight, he's stopped in the same place as a caravan. It is easy work to go through the supplies halfway through their journey, keen eyes used to the dark. He breathes out, extending a hand.]
I need more compound. Please.