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[atowncalledtreffy]

"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him."

[draculabutbackwards]

Sort of a nice chestnut color, actually.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Hah. Fuck you and your horse.

So did it lead you anywhere nice?

[draculabutbackwards]

Town overrun with horrible monsters wriggling out of the dark, the usual. Ultimately opted to move them. If you happened to notice any cowering strangers in between battling for our lives in the last little bit there, that was them.

[atowncalledtreffy]

I did mean to ask you where they came from, come to think of it.

You brought them to the castle. Couldn't stand being alone so you kidnapped a town.

[draculabutbackwards]

Their walls were compromised. In theory, the castle is nothing if not defensible. In practice, well, you were there.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, well. Look at you.

You know, I used to read stories about knights with sword and shield and long golden fucking locks, defending townsfolk and living in castles. Might as well start calling you Lancelot.

[draculabutbackwards]

And the creepy horse. Can't forget the horse.

[atowncalledtreffy]

What is it with you and this horse of yours?

[draculabutbackwards]

You wouldn't be slightly intrigued or at least a bit alarmed if you were apparently the chosen instrument of a supernatural horse?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Horses, I'm sorry to say, aren't really all that supernatural.

[draculabutbackwards]

Which is why this one was spooky as fuck. I didn't think about it that much at the time, but in retrospect.

[atowncalledtreffy]

I think you've been digging too far into my family's bestiary.

[draculabutbackwards]

While I'm sure that didn't help, poking around bestiaries was the closest thing I had to a hobby as a child. I don't need the added fancy.

[A lot of that bottle is gone, considering.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Oh my god. That's so sad.

[draculabutbackwards]

Quite fascinating, actually. And infinitely better than the amateur taxidermy period.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Sorry, the amateur what?

[draculabutbackwards]

Keeping in mind I never made dinner without an anatomy lesson, it's perhaps a little less than entirely mad, but I had a notion of the idea of specimen preservation without much sense of the necessary chemistry. There were some wholly disastrous jars that had to be buried unopened.

[atowncalledtreffy]

That's...a little disgusting, I'm not going to lie. An insight into your childhood: bats and their many uses as a pale pink mush in a jar.

[draculabutbackwards]

Mostly mice, where jars are concerned. I have no idea where Father found those bats. They're fucking enormous. Knowing him he popped down to Africa or across the Atlantic to find something dramatic enough and start a colony in the attic.

[It's not often you get a chance to gross out Trevor Belmont. He's enjoying himself. He is also... tipsy, thanks to the pretty horsey.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[he glances around and then staggers up to his feet, doing a magnificent drunk walk to the side of the room that borders Dracula’s cabin. He raps on the wall, loudly calling;]

Oy! Where’d you get your bats?!