"Good evening, count."
@dutchvampirehunter
.How humbling. A slow shift would promptly take place beyond the Devil’s typical brutish stance, him seeming to blend in with the night aur seemed to do nothing but that of draw attention to his already shimmering facade abroad the moonlight beam. That voice, familiar, easing to the ears yet as a coaxing croon would brush gently along his pointed conch. Him, how long it had been, yet this be all but too true to the Count.
Sharp claws stained soot would begin to slowly massage fingertips in circles, his thick callused digits only looking to seek solace among the strange yet familiar scent that took thickly to night air. Erythraen eyes would flint past thick lashes and framing bangs to meet the strange speak, squinting, glinting beastly in the pitch. One would almost see a faint glint of ivory underneath a Dragon’s hollowing iris glow.
“It has been far too long, Abraham. My.. how pleasant it is to catch you thick in my nostrils yet again, old friend.”









