Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-24852191-20170108023249/@comment-24852191-20170112172818


 * While we enjoy the sun and fun, Alucard awakes in hos throme aboard the Hansgraf with a sudden jerk. He has a slight look of fear and shock. He looks down at his white gloved right hand. Blood has streamed from hos mouth and onto the glove, turning it from snow white to the very crimson of his coat. He stares at the blood stained hand for a moment as he mutters to himself.

Alucard: Accursed dreams.


 * He licks the blood of his glove with his tongue. He then wipes off the remains with a handkerchief. He places the cloth on his side crate and pours himself some wine and takes a sip as he sits there thinking to himself.