“Once again...welcome to my house.

Come freely. Go safely.

And please leave something of the happiness you bring.

                                                         ― DRACULA






Abraham Van HelsingJonathan HarkerMina HarkerThe BridesRenfield

Dr. John Seward│ Quincey MorrisArthur Holmwood│ Bruno Ikarov The Dread DoctorsKakistos

Erzsébet BáthoryVirgiliu DraculaNicholas CarlisleMarie Anette CarlisleNathaniel Renwick

Mircea Dracula│ Malphas Maria GoodwinRobert HensworthKarl LuegerLa bête du Gévaudan│

Javier CruezaCountess DolingenValeri DojstovRalph the taxi driver

Steiner Leichtenberg │Rebecca Harris││││


Castle DraculaThe Carpathian MountainsTomb of ThanatosThe VillageCarfax AbbeySeward's Sanitarium

The Tavala Mines and Village│The harbour of Ville Bleue (Blue City)│The Kingdom of the Undying

Abandoned Building│The Construction Site │Virgil's mansion │Robin's house│Dracula's Mansions
المدينة الغارقة (almadinat alghariqa, or The Sunken City


The Order of the Dragon The Order The Van Helsing Association │The Hunter societyThe Undying│

The NetworkThe coalition against Dracula │The Eye│The CouncilThe New Dawn

The Department of Paranormal Activities 'DPA' The Pure│The Order of TrinityThe Red Paw

Blood Hunters │The Company of Three


The sword of DraculDragon keythe Dracul family ringDe Dödas Huvudbonad (Crown of the Dead)

Quincey's khukri knifeStaff of RaHeart stoneThe necklace of SybilMysterious boxSeal of Dracul 


The Hundred Year War│Failed London Takeover │ The French Campaign │The Blood Feud

Dracula's absence │The hunt for the Heartstone 


The Demeter Final DeathThe Ichor DomainVampire LordThe TraditionsHumans loyal to Dracula

ThrallAntediluvianBlightsThe Awakening││││







"This -thing- is rather peculiar. I don't know what else to say? It's like a childhood fever dream become reality. 

Who knows what trouble this fox and I will get up to? And with my track record, and this being a literal bloody shadow, well I'm expecting this particular adventure to involve either murder, dark relics, or a trip to an unholy site for evil rituals. But I'm still holding on to hope for this being that one demon or evil creature who just so wishes to stay in and consume ludicrous amounts of chocolate, and watch television.

Who knows?"



“It is not often an opportunity such as this is presented, as when it appears literally on the front side of your homestead.
A boy, an instrument, a broken cello that I shall, I think, put together in due time.
Then, David, you I shall play until you dance to my tune entirely.
You will twist, you will turn, and you will sing my melody now henceforth.”

- Dracula









"Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams. Yes, her internal turmoil, a war of the mind, it is what makes her one of the more dangerous adversaries I have faced, thus far. Unpredictable, unrelenting, and completely merciless.

I must take care, lest she foils my plans.”



"There may yet be things, many of the mind, things that he cannot grasp; such as the nature and virtue of patience, and the bountiful reward that can come from restraint. After all, ambition is only ever as useful as the person wielding it.

The fall of many of our kind stems from this fatal flaw, yet I did not at all think that it would be the Achilles heel of my own son.

I thought I had done better, that I would not see the past be repeated...

In what hurry are they, they who have centuries ahead of them?"

- Dracula


"I have crossed oceans of time to find this woman. She is altogether mine, and together we shall walk forevermore.

But even good metal can break when you try to put your might against it, try and bend it.

Nevertheless, what would be left shall serve me, and be mine to use as I so fit."

- Dracula 




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         1895 -Present


Born doomed, the young Robin was destined to become a vampire.

His mother, while pregnant, had been a victim of Dracula, and he had force-fed her some of his blood.

And while the fiendish King Vampire was supposedly 'destroyed' in the end, his blood remained in her and was passed on to her son, unknowingly.

And so years later during World War I and Robin was called, and fell in battle, he rose again from the dead as a vampire. Thereby he took the fall for his mother, unwittingly.


Now he is one of Dracula's lieutenants, an occasional anti-hero, and a magnet for trouble.


Portrayed by:  William Moseley










         1896 - ?


The Kanima is a creature that is not born out of the hard shell of an egg, nor birthed out of the warm comfort of a mother's womb. No it is created via a number of different ways, as when a magical transformation is interrupted, and a person's soul is confused and lost.

Timothy was one of these lost souls, filled with self hatred, and doubt about his identity. 

And so when he was resurrected by his vampiric lover in World War I, instead he became the Kanima, and he hid himself from the world underneath a tough reptilian skin


Portrayed by: Luke Newberry












1999 - ?


A seemingly average young man from suburban Sweden, Arvid has been thrust into a world which is not his own.

A world that terrifies and confuses him. 

Yet now it is his world also, for better or for worse.

And there may be yet things in his family's past, coming back to haunt him. For in his blood may lie a shocking truth about him.


Portrayed by: Piotr Wasilewski


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  • Perhaps, he went a little too far with that.

    Scratching the back of his head, David sighed. A long, drawn-out sigh that was, an attempt to recompose himself. Maybe the vampire truly meant well, as questionable as the definition of “well” was in this context. Admittedly, as of yet, getting away hasn’t crossed his mind. He still needed the shelter, the resource, and whatever crumb of knowledge this cradle had to offer. It’s not like he knew the way of these mountains either– not with Lord Dracula potentially going to the extent of derailing the weather. That, he dared not to forget.

    Of course, he knew how cunning their host was, and how precarious of a situation this would be. A single mistake could cost him this life that perhaps, wasn’t meant to be his. But right now, he has nothing. And Robin here, well, he barely knew the vampire other than a few encounters for the past few days. Great, just when he thought he was finally making friends. Green eyes were cast upon the ground,  contritely studying the shadows from the torch, as bits of pebbles and dust found their way down. “I truly apologize, Mr. Harker, but–”

    It was a hand against his chest that already interrupted that, entirely shoving him down to the ground. The earth was wintry cold– seeping through layers of clothing. The hard fall knocked the wind out of the sorcerer, and he was already sputtering for a breath as soon as he sat up, recoiling in pain. "What is wrong with you–!?” 

    That didn’t demand response for long. Like a web being strummed, whatever residual bits of starting magic laced that circle was already disturbed, and his gaze instantly averted to its spot, finding himself gaping at this gaunt, spindly figure of bones, lidless orbs, and rows upon rows of teeth that jutted out like spires. It almost reminded him of the way those women in his chambers the moment they were flung– only a hundred times as ugly. Even the smell of rotting flesh was something that he couldn’t ignore. As it rose, uttering his name with a voice that only belonged to Robin– that was the time panic finally set in.


    He could rifle through his mind later about what sort of creature this was, for he doubted that it was hardly anything alive. For once, instinct won over curiosity, and every nerve screamed at him to run. David shot up, and without hesitation, he yanked the vampire by the arm, up to his feet. A last-second glance at the crude enclosure of symbols that he constructed upon the earth, and his hand swiftly raised, albeit involuntarily.

    Inky tendrils of smoke fulminated forth from the exteriors of the circle, a hasty springing trap of swirling black mist coiling around the beast that dropped therein. Will that even work? He was doubtful, but wouldn’t stay long enough to find out for he was already urging Robin to hurry, even though the vampire will certainly be physically faster than he will ever be. At that instance, to him, there was no other way than forward into the darkness ahead, with only the torch lighting the way. Whether it was even effective or not, David wouldn’t be able to completely hold that for long– not at this moment, at least.

    Just run. 

    “W-what the hell was that!? One of Lord Dracula’s lackeys or something? Did Javier send that over?”


  • “It’s already happened in the past, we’ve been raided by armed forces in the past, including a submarine long before I got this house. I think we’re good.” In response to Ralph’s rambling about looking suspicious, the Warlock vaguely mentioned a few- prior incidents, whatever those were. Must’ve been intense if an underwater warship was involved.

    Hearing those two bickering amongst themselves was almost free entertainment, both males had to force themselves to look away as they headed towards the garage ahead. Thankfully for his own sake, Robin wouldn’t be able to see Abe’s mildly amused grin since he was leading.

    . . .

    “You’re right, I’m not. I didn’t exactly become immortal or anything crazy like that.” Just to put down Robin’s first hunch, he immediately dismissed his first theory and briefly turned to have his back face him, then exhaled for a sigh. Seconds later, the young veteran shifted back to his newfound friend, and the overweight man standing beside him while the Warlock kept quiet for what came next.

    “It wasn’t the British Empire I fought for. Long ago, there were two other nations that got erased from the history books: The Empyrean Concord, and Dominion, both were monarchies. The Empyrean army is what I got enlisted in, and they imported a lot of British weapons for their front. The Dominion was similar to the Soviet Union, multiple smaller states in one that’s like a dictatorship, its ruler being Kaiser Draven, who unified both man and beast under his reign much like what the Empyrean did.

    They both fought during the Great War. While people in Europe were killing each other in trenches, I got assigned to a tank crew due to my experience in working with vehicles as a Railroader, my position was the driver. My crew and I survived quite a few missions together, but nothing could’ve prepared us for what came later down the line.

    The Dominion had been working in collaboration with the Central powers in experimenting with supernatural and groundbreaking technology. The Empyrean found out about a huge laboratory they had and amassed a large army to capture it. The Dominion went as far as deploying airships just to defend it.

    We were sent in to smash through enemy fortification and siege the compound. I pushed through with my mates and we eventually got in, but at a great cost. One by one, our crew was picked off in nasty ways, some being hit by bullets that bounced around after breaching the hull.

    At one point, our commander stepped outside and discovered some strange device, called a Stasis Bomb, and it began ticking. There were fears it could go off at any moment and wipe out our entire army. The solution: Mount it on the back of Steelheart and get it away, fast.

    But there was a problem: One of the airships started closing in on our position. Sylvia, a lady in our crew, and yes it’s the same one I told you about back at the Museum, volunteered to stay behind and man an anti-air gun we found earlier. While making our escape, she blasted that airship out of the sky, and died saving us.

    Eventually… the stasis detonated, putting us all in suspended animation for over a century, by then most of my crew was already dead. For me, it looked like the lighting just suddenly changed in an instant. When looking outside, the whole battlefield was gone and replaced by lush greenery and ruins.

    I drove Steelheart out over a hill until I came across Gleeon and his gang. After a few realizations, they told me what year it was, and that the war was over a for a century. Just like that, my entire world was suddenly gone.”

    His story was an incredible amount for anybody to take in, and he had the evidence behind him to prove it. Knowing there might be some doubts, Abraham slid a hand under one pocket and pulled out his black frabric wallet. Reaching in past a few business cards, a card-sized photograph, in black and white. Once out, he handed it over for Robin to take hold of and examine.

    On that monochrome and gritty image was the tank itself, with multiple men all gathered in front of one track, including, Abe, dressed in his outfit at the time. Off to the far right was what resembled a young woman that held a shorter stature, undoubtedly ‘Sylvia’. All of them had been smiling together posing for the photograph.

    “Safe to say that Abe is probably the only World War One veteran still alive, I think the last one died in twenty-eleven.” Gleeon added.

  • “A lot of money was made in my former job, had it stored elsewhere to avoid suspicion. It’s a long story.” An unusually strong was given on that vehicle not exactly be legal, at least with the funds used to obtain it. Despite this attempt at a conversation, the onyx-haired man couldn’t help but keep his unnaturally colored orbs fixated on Robin, mostly out of concern. His answer was followed by another statement. “Funny enough, Abe is the only normal one here.”

    After being thanked, in addition to them bickering for a brief moment, Abraham suddenly remembered something. His liquid mercury hues widened to the point of nearly bursting when making a realization that would normally be problematic for everyone. “Oh shit, what’re the chances our faces were caught on camera in that museum?!”

    “Ohh, don’t worry. Myself, Valery, and Tempest took care of that right after you left. We destroyed the on-site security office, so no camera footage for the cops.” The group leader told him calmly, giving them all a sense of relief.

    “I’m going to advise that you stay low for a while in case those men are thirsty for more. As for you two,” Perking up, the Warlock addressed both Robin and Ralph. “You can hunker down at our house for a day if need be, though I’m going to strongly urge that you feed yourself good to avoid biting one of us.”

    Turning left for a moment, a light nudge to the Vampire’s shoulder was given, one of mild urgency. “I need to show you something, about me. You can come too Ralph.” The brunette said with a heavy exhale, soon walking around their house towards a secondary driveway, which led them towards a backyard, and a second garage-like building.

    Once there, Abraham typed in a four-digit code using an index finger on a keypad. In seconds, the tin door began retracting upward, slowly but surely revealing an eerily familiar, metal behemoth standing idly behind it.

    What laid beyond that door was none other than a British Mark V tank, a real one, in surprisingly pristine condition as well. Said vehicle was painted in blue, white, and black dazzle camo paint scheme, similar to that of troopships from the Great War. On either side, just forward of the sponson turrets was a name written in crimson red text: Steelheart

    Now standing in front of the metal behemoth of a machine, Abraham’s chest heaved until a long exhale was let out, eventually making a one-eighty turn so he could face Robin. By this point, Gleeon was already beside the duo to the far right. What came out of his mouth next was either going to take them by surprise, or make them rightfully skeptical about the bomb he was going to drop.

    “...I’m a World War One veteran.”

  • As silence fell between them with Robin searching for a fitting word for the vampire that finally left them in peace, David couldn't help but wonder how long he had been dealing with such a wretch of a man. “...chicken shit? A rantallion?” He helpfully tossed along, rifling through the arsenal he has picked up over the years before finally pursing his lips shut with a convincing nod at what came up. “Huhhh, arsehole works, too.” A little too splendidly, in fact, and he dreaded the idea of asking how many more of them were out there, like him, loitering in this place. 

    The sorcerer already made plans of learning new things along the way of this mission out of spite – this new age will certainly give him better things to describe those that needed that. Robin finally answered that meager question he had, which took his full attention for a moment, and yet found no desire to ask further, judging from the tone of his voice alone. He didn’t have to say more than that. While it left many other things unanswered and merely paved the way to more questions, this was something that David didn't pursue, for now. 

    War has a way of changing people. He was not certain if he wanted to spill his own story, either.

    Not here. Not now.


    The vampire drew close, and surprisingly, David didn't even need to lift his head. Senses gradually heightened as time progressed, within and beyond those lines, it was easier to feel what was shifting nearby. "Hey, be careful, you wouldn't want to get caught by…" Words trailed off as he started, and if he sounded like that, it must be rather urgent. The further it went, however, the more confused he seemed, partially in a state of disbelief.

    Together, you and I, we can both get what we want.

    He glanced at him twice, the briefest expression on his face was as if the vampire just grew two heads. Of course, he was well aware of what kind of monster Dracula was. It was on full display the moment he woke up. The fear on Robin’s face was proof of that when he first showed up. David remembered the tales, whispered by his late mother for a bedtime story that kept him and his brother wide awake at night, sneaking bulbs of garlic from the pantry as much as their wee hands could carry, fashioning crude crucifixes that they both held no belief in. Such fiends were real, brutalities passed down by word of mouth that his early lessons circled these creatures of the night, and he now had the privilege of meeting in the flesh. All of that was enough to make him pause, turning a heel to face him. "My, my. Mr. Harker, this is a very dangerous proposition. Especially on these grounds." His voice remained quiet, never mind if that came out a little too smoothly for someone so obviously perplexed. And yet a step was taken, to the edges of the intricate borders he made, peering at him closely. "Are you trying to test my loyalty to this household already, or did he order you to do that on his behalf?"

    David knew he had every right to be suspicious. And yet the underlying curiosity was hard to reign back. Just a breath away, he searched Robin's face for any sign of deceit. Just what made this man think that there’s no possibility of him actually mentioning that at some point? Not that he will, for so long the sorcerer tried to steer clear of anything that didn’t involve him way back and kept the secrets of those he forged. But wasn’t this a little too… reckless? Too hasty? A part of him wondered how this vampire even kept his head all this time if his first impulse was to approach anyone new or promising with… this. "You know him better than I do. If I said yes to all of that, how are you going to do it without getting yourself killed?"

    Truth be told, he wasn't expecting a straight answer or an elaborate plan. His words were not condescending, it was the question of a man asking Robin to reconsider what he was saying, in this darkness, out loud. At this point, his words dropped into a whisper. "You promise me my freedom and you want Javier dead, but what about you? Don't you want to be free of all this as well?"

  • The sound of water dripping and wet feet hitting concrete fills the silence between them. Zach feels ten years older in the quiet. His mind circles back around to recent events and the potential consequences of it all. Hopes Timothy doesn't notice the anxious way he flexes his fingers around the other man's hand and marches onward until he feels a tug that makes him stop in his tracks and look back through the darkness. Zach is frustrated because he knows Timothy is correct. Yet, they don't have many options even fewer when enemy forces are suddenly barrelling into the drains.

    "Don't worry," Zach says as he marches forward. There's not much to see down here in these depths. But he's feeling confident. Zach's other hand, the one not attached to Timothy, is stretched forward and dipping into the inky essence of his shadow. It leads him calmy into the depths, a dark beacon that feels safe and like home. Though it moves slower than Zach would prefer, he does not complain when it pauses fifteen minutes later near a rusting ladder.

    Tugging Timothy across to the side, Zach then slides his hand out of his and plants it on the railing. It doesn't feel particularly stable, but it should be enough. "Here might be good," he says, voicing ringing with too much confidence for a man blindly walking through sewers. Zach climbs up the ladder with careful movements, mindful of loose bolts and old welds. When he reaches the top, there is another grate. With an aggressive pull, he wrenches the latch off and shoves the grate away. Bright light filters into the sewer, temporarily blinding Zach. Once his vision adjusts to the light, he peeks through the opening and then swings his body to glance back down at Timothy. "Come up, we're good."

    Zach climbs through the grate first and has to wriggle to fit himself through. Once up, he turns and crouches waiting for Timothy to also climb his way up. The sun is setting, casting an orange glow upon the almost empty street. A kid on a bicycle across the street is staring at Zach with wide, disbelieving eyes. Zach sheepishly waves at him, then offers a hand to help Timothy the whole way out.

  • Tight. Gods be damned, when was the last time he has been anywhere this tight? 

    Being incorporeal in a few parts helped, and yet the jagged ends still dug through as he pushed on, finding no better reason to turn back. Some parts were even more narrow than the last. A sigh of relief escaped him the moment he was finally free. Not without a few small scrapes and possible bruises, but he assumed that it would have been worse if not for the methods that he was slowly relearning. While mostly unscathed, he could feel something cold, watery, and slimy trailing upon his back. Gross. David wouldn’t consider himself a squeamish man and yet a slight shudder still ran through him as he tried to inspect himself as much as he could, just before averting his eyes to his surroundings.

    Beyond the radius of the light, everything was pitch black. But in here, in his head, there was silence.

    So peculiarly tranquil, other than that light draft of breeze that ebbed and flowed like a held-back breath, dousing him time and time again with that wretched stench, making him wonder what crawled in here and died. A human, perhaps? Do some of Dracula’s underlings drag their prey in here when they could have patches of the castle for themselves? He wouldn’t be surprised, and yet he could ignore that.

    So quiet, that he could actually hear something scraping not too far off. It sounded like footsteps dragged on gravel, though the sight aided with magic can only reach so much. David could at least make out the faint outline of the walls nearest to him and a few steps ahead, other than the color that the firelight could bring. It was still empty– or so it seems, but what are the chances of seeing anything alive in here?

    So silent, that he could easily hear his own breath, and voices on the other side. Crueza’s initial taunting wasn’t missed, and from there, the young man already assumed that nothing good will happen each time the older vampire opens his mouth. That conversation felt like something he shouldn’t be listening to, yet couldn’t help overhearing, a deep frown already gracing his face as soon as he heard a  cruel, disparaging term used so freely. As much as he wanted to focus on the task at hand, questions still raced in his head, even more so when a name was uttered. Timothy.

    A lover, perhaps? That wasn’t any of his business now, was it?

    He was about to leave it be, taking several steps forward to take a headstart in exploring, trying to spot any other torches that he can set alight, and yet Javier went on. His voice had a way of cutting through whatever newfound calmness there was down here, and his words were even worse. What could he give up to be the one to wipe that smug grin off that face? It was downright sickening, almost enough to make him turn back if not for the obvious obstacle of a wall dividing him from the rest.

    With a temper now fouled, perhaps he doesn’t need to venture that far. This was already a good enough space.


    . . .

    The torch was moved slightly, illuminating Robin’s quiet entrance. So he did decide to stay, after all? The vampire will find David scooting down not too far away with the torch in one hand, using a smaller chunk of a stone he fetched somewhere to scratch something upon the rough floors. Sigils and a multitude of symbols were laid out and layered upon one another, though it seemed that irritation was being quite the potent fuel for the rapid progress. The sorcerer didn’t seem perturbed at the sight of him as if it was the most common thing there was that he has ever laid his eyes upon. He looked rather concerned, however, and he only shook his head at the apology. “No– no, please don’t be. Are you alright? It’s easier said than done, but don’t let him get to you. He can’t even face the consequences without bringing Lord Dracula in.”

    Perhaps leaving the two behind was a bad idea, but was there really anything he could have done in Robin’s defense? The distaste lingered, and from whatever light to be had, that was visible on his face. “It’s not like we needed a chaperone to Iraq. Does it really look like we need some additional company for this mission?” Does it have to be that man? He didn’t seem thrilled with the idea, and yet he only focused on what he was doing. If it’s through their host’s command then there’s nothing to be changed about that, and hapless complaints shall fall upon deaf ears.

    For a moment, there was only the scratching of stone against stone. The quick, consistent grinding and gritting of the earth as more of those things were carved in. There were the periodic pauses of him looking back up to the dense, inky black beyond only to resume his work once more. He hasn’t heard any more movement from its depths ever since. “You know, I had a brother who was drafted as a soldier. I wish I could say he made it home, but he didn’t. Which war did you take part in, if I may ask?” While he sounded wistful, he was already finishing up, quietly muttering something about asking for candles in the future under his breath. 

    The result of this little handiwork was a crude, medium-sized circle fitting for a single person, shallowly engraved upon the earth by a hasty hand. It looked like a mass of uneven lines and mixed-up symbols strewn and exploded into different sections from the exterior to the center, ranging from the ancient to the ones that were tailored and improvised. To the one who made it, it looked like it could have seen better days, but since it was spun from memory, there was that odd sense of pride and David was still susceptible to that. The young man finally stood up after a moment of inspection and passed the torch to him. “Kindly hold this for me for a moment. This shouldn’t be harmful, but if you’re set on staying around… just don’t let the light go out.” There wasn’t any warning that tailed after that.

  • He would have stepped directly into the armed forces' line of sight had Timothy not hooked the crook of his elbow and jerked him back. Almost tripping on his own feet, Zach crashes awkwardly against the body that had yanked him. Quickly adjusts himself, nods in appreciation, then peers around the corner. Things are not looking good for either of them. He swallows a thick lump down his throat and tries his best to ignore the prickling sense of panic that threatens to overload his senses. Just what has he gotten himself into? Timothy had murdered somebody. This wasn't a game. Zach is defending a murderer of all things and if he is caught, his life is as good as over. 


    Searching for anything to help ground himself, Zach's hand winds back and squeezes around Timothy's wrist. Holds him tight like he is Zach's only lifeline right now. It feels like he is. Eventually, he settles back against their corner and looks over to where Timothy had gestured toward. His expression tenses at the storm drain. Barely large enough to fit Zach's wider frame, but probably not impossible. Their other options are less than desirable, so he nods, although reluctantly.

    He let go of Timothy's hand. Dipping into a crouch, he slots his fingers into the metal grid and pulls with enough force to lift it but with some gentleness so as to make as little sound as possible. There's a small clang of metal. Zach freezes, unsure if the sound has alerted anybody. When he hears nothing, he relaxes and places the lid off to the side. He makes a motion with his hand, urging Timothy to the storm drain first. It leads to a drainage system beneath the hospital foundation and smells of chemicals and blood.

    Following, Zach fits himself into the space by maneuvering his shoulders. But before he properly descends, he reaches for the grate and lifts it as delicately as he can, then places it back over the storm drain. Once more, the metal clangs and it draws some attention this time. Not wishing to wait and see if they find them, he chooses to skip the ladder and drop the few meters to the bottom. Zach rolls when he hits the ground to absorb some of the impact of falling. 

    Once he catches his bearings, he stands and turns toward Timothy. "You okay?" he asks, expecting a quick response. With one nod, he reaches forward without a second thought and grasps the man's hand firmly with his own. "I don't know how the fuck to get out of here, but I don't think we should sit here and wait, come on." Determined, he pulls on Timothy's hand and begins to walk in one direction.

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  • "'Sent'... By Lord Who-now?" Vertebrae comes to an alignment whilst cranium tilts to a slight degree. Was Synova serious? Surely not, yet it was impossible to tell with a creature that lacked tangible facial structure besides ever-shifting shadow. Robin held the fox's regard, and level curiosity was submerged beneath every surface possibly formed within.

    "Why do I wish to accompany you? Hm..." Momentary silence followed, as if the beast himself dwelled upon that very question. Anatomy rose, and fluid motions brought the fox on top of the corpse beside him. Synova seated himself quaintly upon the dead man's chest and curled his tail around his paws.

    "Curiosity, I suppose. Or, maybe I want something from you, maybe I have something you want. We may be going in the same direction. I haven't quite figured it out just yet, but I'm sure the answer will come eventually~" Such a lengthy way of admitting that he did not know.

    "Now, then. Where are we headed, Robin? And what do you intend to do with your prey?"

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