#gonchayas.

“ yet it’s only one of our rages that's bleeding out on the floor. ” and for a moment they return to their usual silence, accompanied by half-lidden staring. whether on purpose or not, alucard’s peculiarity of staring instead of speaking may come off as a pass of judgment to most around him (which, in most cases, was the point). hence the hounds previous words, surely. if he were a few thousand years younger there’d be pity offered too, though it’d be of better use to the—now—corpse on the floor. whatever excuses, pleas, or bribes they planned to weep in exchange for their life was drowned out by the sound of gargled blood while they tried to keep the remaining flesh of their neck intact. all which proved futile in the end. even if alucard was not present he’s sure the encounter would end much the same. which may be what irks him the most... it’s not as if the son of dracula appears to the land of the living once more to simply stretch his legs, there’d been enough reason to travel here and it was hardly humored. “ you do know what a lead is, don’t you? ”