#tzarov

“ Down that way was Mary’s room,” Drake pointed gingerly to and fro, recalling memories as if she inspected every coin with a doubt.  “ And that way, I don’t think I ever really ventured to go. Sometimes Herny’s wife stayed there... “ Step-mother, but she ignored the word. 

Even drinking animal blood was a hard thing to do, but it was either this, human blood or no blood at all.

The rabbit he had caught was tossed aside when he was finished with it, two bite marks on its neck. Maybe he should have trapped something bigger; he knew that a tiny animal like a rabbit wouldn’t have been filling, but he didn’t like doing this in the first place. Still, he needed to survive. He figured it probably wasn’t all that smart to let Alucard or Sypha find his corpse somewhere because he refused to drink some sort of blood.

Standing up, Richter dusted the dirt from his pants, only stopped when he heard the slightest of rustling of the leaves. He didn’t move, though, not wanting to look at the other. Out of shame? Embarrassment? He wasn’t sure.

woah. 

this guy was... big. not the biggest he’e seen, but pretty well up there. big and rather intimidating. no, no. scratch that-- big and very intimidating. it was as if he were the final boss to a video game, or the surprise character reveal in an action manga. 

whoever this guy was, legosi absolutely did not want to get on his bad side. 

Her fur didn’t mesh will with electricity after all.

“A man that abandoned his humanity speaking with a woman that dedicated her existence to obtaining it. Aren’t the encounters being Servants present us with uncanny?”

Gojira was neither dense nor stupid, he was well aware there where others like him. This wasn’t his home, he had no idea where he was. No longer was he in his own kingdom, this was someone else’s kingdom. There is always another king, as a pup Gojira was familiar with that line of thinking. He was aware that there was always someone bigger- hell, even back home he had to deal with bigger clowns who wanted to take what was his.

          it’s hard to say how he had ended up in such a conversation with someone like this. ( though in his case, it’s almost always hard to say how he ended up in conversation in the first place. ) the man—? creature—? in front of him... is nothing like he’s seen before, to say the least, && he thought that, by now, he’d seen some pretty weird stuff. he almost looks more like a persona than a living being, and the thought would be more entertaining if his appearance wasn’t so intimidating.

          still, finding out that he’s been alive for so long... even unsure as he is, minato can’t help but be driven by his curiosity, for the time being.

Kicking aside a stray pebble, Yagen makes his way out of the underground passageway and back into the empty wastes of Yesteryear. He’d come alone this time in secret, renting a vehicle to traverse the ruins; it gave him grounding to relive the past where he and the two Fudous had faced off last.

‘Not much to see, though...’ he mutters to himself. Just dirt and dust and one long footprint he recognized from Fudou’s shoe. He’s still sorting through his thoughts when he walks into a sudden shock of shadows.

Yagen looks up--then up again, taking in the form of a massive, boulder like monster jutting out of the tired earth. But it’s blue, and its spikes exhale a crisp frost that has him stepping back to salvage what little heat he can from the winter sun.

‘It’s a little early for hallucinations.’ He blinks, eyes narrowing at the sight of the creature’s faceless maw. Black blends into black, morphing into faint flashes of tunnels dripping water and a bloodstained arm still fresh with the scent of blood. A nightmare. A daydream. He blinks again, but the specter remains, tall and cold and silent.

After a while, he realizes he still hasn’t moved to unsheathe his weapon.

‘So, then.’