☆◞⌚◟☆;; As the old saying would go,’curiosity killed the cat’, or more or so in this case the Scottie dog. On this particular evening with the bright autumn moon the devil would find himself drawn out by a most particular presence; coated in malice and dark intentions, but not exactly demonic in nature. Upon finding the source of said malice the demon stood confidently upon the lamp post, demonic green eyes examining the tall, blood red figure off in the shadows below.
"—Are we lost, my hungry friend?”
⊰ ✠ ⊱ ——-; Wasn’t this just compelling. As the devilish being grew closer to Alucard, a particular scent filled the air, a scent that he could indeed say that he recognizes, however a scent that he hasn’t encountered in quite sometime. Upon hearing that voice, the red-clad vampire rolled his head; facing Mephistopheles—-a sinister smirk sat on his face whilst the rest of his body turned to the demon.
”Lost? Hardly-—exploring? Perhaps.” Alucard’s voice was smooth but corrupted, his senses were at their highest for his body was now slowly slipping into it’s hunting mode, muscles tensed, pupils dilated whilst both hearing and smell heightened. ——Blood, it was becoming his main priority.