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Seek and Ye Shall Find
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sanctus_cineris & king_no_life
Where: Ruins of Marshall
When: Backdated to 16th of July
Rating: PG (Pretty Grim)
Summary: Whilst scavenging the ruins for his humans' precious commodities, Alucard finds a precious human commodity.
the log:
The dust of the dilapidated building had long settled, yet it had made ever so much of a nuisance to the little vampire's senses as she filtered through the trash-heap. If her coveted humans hoped to survive this would-be apocalypse, they were going to need their armory. Or whatever was left of it. Hellsing's tiny base had been filled to the brim with whatever arms and ammunition they could gather, and her tommy-gun was running low with how trigger-happy she was. This place was a regular sharp-shooter's paradise... everything was free-game. Never had she felt so boundless and free to blast away and tear apart whatever she fancied. Blood flowed as much as the revolver rapidly spun.
Yet all of it was trash.
Every last sanguinary ounce was gutter-trash, not fit to grace her captious tongue.
And it had left her starving for a blood pure and untainted. Chaste and unfermented. Like wine straight from an uncut vine.
She was in reverie again, she was sure.. for the very thought seemed to manifest in a pungent scent tickling her nose.
A deep heavenly scent that sent a shockwave of nostalgia thrusting to the front of her mind and caused her white-clad form to shudder over and bleed profusely, tainting the cloth in a bright cerise color. Her gasp turned to one baritone and masculine as she threw her head back and her dainty features sharpened and elongated, forging her back into the form of a regal man, cloaked in the red-life of his victims.
"Claret... divine Claret to shame the ambrosia."
Alucard's wild and pulsing eyes, inflamed by starved embers looked about in bemusement.. utterly bollixed on how he ended up in this ruined building.. yet caring not the least for the details. Blood.
Blood was at stake here.
Not just any blood...
...but the rich life-blood of a Holy Knight. His Beloved Judas Priest.
sanctus_cineris & king_no_lifeWhere: Ruins of Marshall
When: Backdated to 16th of July
Rating: PG (Pretty Grim)
Summary: Whilst scavenging the ruins for his humans' precious commodities, Alucard finds a precious human commodity.
the log:
The dust of the dilapidated building had long settled, yet it had made ever so much of a nuisance to the little vampire's senses as she filtered through the trash-heap. If her coveted humans hoped to survive this would-be apocalypse, they were going to need their armory. Or whatever was left of it. Hellsing's tiny base had been filled to the brim with whatever arms and ammunition they could gather, and her tommy-gun was running low with how trigger-happy she was. This place was a regular sharp-shooter's paradise... everything was free-game. Never had she felt so boundless and free to blast away and tear apart whatever she fancied. Blood flowed as much as the revolver rapidly spun.
Yet all of it was trash.
Every last sanguinary ounce was gutter-trash, not fit to grace her captious tongue.
And it had left her starving for a blood pure and untainted. Chaste and unfermented. Like wine straight from an uncut vine.
She was in reverie again, she was sure.. for the very thought seemed to manifest in a pungent scent tickling her nose.
A deep heavenly scent that sent a shockwave of nostalgia thrusting to the front of her mind and caused her white-clad form to shudder over and bleed profusely, tainting the cloth in a bright cerise color. Her gasp turned to one baritone and masculine as she threw her head back and her dainty features sharpened and elongated, forging her back into the form of a regal man, cloaked in the red-life of his victims.
"Claret... divine Claret to shame the ambrosia."
Alucard's wild and pulsing eyes, inflamed by starved embers looked about in bemusement.. utterly bollixed on how he ended up in this ruined building.. yet caring not the least for the details. Blood.
Blood was at stake here.
Not just any blood...
...but the rich life-blood of a Holy Knight. His Beloved Judas Priest.