#int.w/eitenne.nornwatch

[alucardrakul]

@etienneulven location: Nornwatch Keep notes: meetcutemeetcutemeetcute

tw: blood

Temperance was key, but at Nornwatch Keep there wasn't much of an option but to survive off of scraps and the generosity of his brothers-in-arms. Blood was the only thing that sustained him and by now the legionnaire had grown accustomed to the acrid taste of darkspawn blood - the blight flowed through his veins and the Joining had made him immune to the taint, but that did not make it enjoyable. Now, for the first time in a decade, fresh blood and warm bodies were at hand, and for all of Alucard's dedication, he was still a creature of the night. Beholden to the siren song of ichor that swam in the veins of those about the Keep.

There'd been an offer, and Alucard would have been remiss to refuse a warm meal after eating nothing but rot for so long. Alucard knew something of restraint, but by terms of the undead, he was still young, and the moment he pressed his fangs into the tender crook of the woman, his resolve crumbled. Venom bloomed euphoria under her veins as the soft moans permeated the air about them, her ichor flowed over his lips and spilled across his chest as he cradled her fettering heart against his body. One warm mouthful swallowed as another spilled across the tarmac of his tongue, and then he swallowed another as soft hands curled over his arms.

An intrusion snapped him out of his stupor as he looked towards the man who stood now at the door, Alucard's face was painted with blood, his body and clothes the same. White, hot shame washed over him as he thought about days long past of the debauched thralls he'd held to his whims, following in the footsteps of a father that he refused to idealize.

"Leave." Alucard spat at the swooning woman on the floor, whose hand came to her neck before she rushed out - blushing after her tryst with the dhampir was interrupted. A sword slid from its scabbard as he hovered over the Iskaran refugee, it went to the man's throat immediately because this was a private space. Not one intended for the wandering eyes of ungrateful refugees fleeing from powers none understood. The blade tilted his chin to look up at Alucard's searing, red eyes. "You should not be here."

[alucardrakul]

The only reason that Alucard's wolves listened to him was because they were spectres. Shadows conjured from the veil that clung to the shape of something familiar and trusted. Some unknown exchange seemed to happen between the man and the wolf before the creature was off and heading away to leave the two alone. Alucard contained his interest, in Veilcrest they subjugated the greenblooded, but these two were friends.

"I'm sure she'll be back, she'll want what she's owed." There were a number of refugees amid the Keep, and while it'd be easy enough to follow the scent of the woman's blood after he'd just consumed so much of it.

"It can, if I want it to." Alucard thought about the potency of the blight in his fangs, the venom that coursed through him even now. It wasn't useless against a darkspawn, but it wasn't as effective as one who wasn't possessed of the blight. "It can also have the opposite effect, which is why-" For a brief second he thought about the state the woman had been in before she walked off, the lacquer that fell between her thighs, and the interruption that the man had caused. "Doesn't matter now, do you have a name, wolf-boy?"

Etienne's brows raised and he let out a low whistle in response. The tension in the air between them has dissipated considerably with the correction but there's still this thing sitting in his gut. Turning his attention away from the dhampir, he glances to where Goose is pacing in the hall and he crouches down, sliding down the wall til he's on his haunches and looking at the direwolf who gives him the look. The one that suggests he fully knows he's about to be involved in something he doesn't want to do. "Can you go find her?" He asks out loud, wanting the dark haired man to know what they were up to. It's partially an apology, too, to both the man and woman he'd interrupted. 'Danger and errands?' The direwolf offers an annoyed chuff and they sit there for a few seconds as he seems to decide. 'He could help us.' Is Etienne's silent response, followed by a small smile and a shrug of his shoulders that's far too casual for someone suggesting they hang around anything vampiric. But the direwolf nudges his snout to his knee before he's trotting off back down the hall, leaving Etienne and the dhampir alone again. Blue eyes seek out startling red as he looks up at him from where he's still crouched in the doorway. Back straight against the doorway and wrists resting on his knees, he cocks his head curiously. "Does it hurt?" He thought about the woman and how her head had been thrown back and body flush to the dhampir's and he has to stave off the blush that threatens his cheekbones. "The thirst."