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genessia2017-10-03 09:43 pm
what_is_a_man) wrote in genessia2017-10-03 09:43 pm
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[Action in Castlevania]
It had been some time since the altercation with Vlad, and he had been conspicuously absent from the goings on of his castle from day to day. He was very much alive, or at least as alive as a vampire lord gets, but the battle had left him wounded and in need of severe regeneration. However, when he awoke in the chamber his servants had prepared for him, he found himself... disoriented.
The impact from Gungnir had torn most of the left half of his torso away, and while it was starting to regenerate, his shoulder had yet to regrow. He also didn't have any memory of the last few months and he was fairly weak from the lack of feeding. It was clear the master of the castle would need to rely more on his minions for a time.
As he stood a Persephone stepped forward and draped a cloak over him. It would not do to go around shirtless after all, and his tunic had been badly damaged in the battle. Another maid stepped forward offering a cane that Vlad reluctantly took and leaned on as he exited the room. Skeletons flanking him, he began the long trek back to the throne room to ponder what exactly had happened, and why it felt as though a fog had descended over his mind...
The impact from Gungnir had torn most of the left half of his torso away, and while it was starting to regenerate, his shoulder had yet to regrow. He also didn't have any memory of the last few months and he was fairly weak from the lack of feeding. It was clear the master of the castle would need to rely more on his minions for a time.
As he stood a Persephone stepped forward and draped a cloak over him. It would not do to go around shirtless after all, and his tunic had been badly damaged in the battle. Another maid stepped forward offering a cane that Vlad reluctantly took and leaned on as he exited the room. Skeletons flanking him, he began the long trek back to the throne room to ponder what exactly had happened, and why it felt as though a fog had descended over his mind...