[Part of him is human, the part that quells a violent thirst, the part that lets him stand in the light of the sun, the blond hair and the inclination to possess a (mostly) temperate demeanor.
The physical, though, that often labels him as something else. Those unearthly golden eyes, the point of fangs when he speaks, ears tipped a little too sharply. Too early to say what kind of trouble those differences will place upon his figurative doorstep in time. He’s not even thinking that far ahead.]
…Alucard. [Tak. An easy enough name to memorize, even in his current state.]
This whole place is wrong— A city like… this, it shouldn’t exist.
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The physical, though, that often labels him as something else. Those unearthly golden eyes, the point of fangs when he speaks, ears tipped a little too sharply. Too early to say what kind of trouble those differences will place upon his figurative doorstep in time. He’s not even thinking that far ahead.]
…Alucard. [Tak. An easy enough name to memorize, even in his current state.]
This whole place is wrong— A city like… this, it shouldn’t exist.