[Somewhere, Alucard lies in the middle; he makes few attempts to hide his noble flavored upbringing. Where his softness can be attributed to his mother, the regal presence is certainly from his father. Though he does not partake in the festivities directly, he watches with a certain fondness as others engage with the endearing canine creatures. Almost as if he is a bit tempted to be involved, but makes the decision not to.
What he doesn't expect is... well, D. It's less the physical appearance and more the scent. Distinctly, it is not unlike himself, which is immensely strange because he has never encountered another -- a dhampir, locked in the middle between monsters and humans, never quite mingling with either.
Alucard gives a slight bow of his head in greeting.]
The guild will not look to you unkindly. Most of them are unusually accepting.
[Though he doesn't know what keeps D to the sidelines, Alucard thinks he may understand. He could be wrong; he admittedly knows nothing of this man.]
celebrations
What he doesn't expect is... well, D. It's less the physical appearance and more the scent. Distinctly, it is not unlike himself, which is immensely strange because he has never encountered another -- a dhampir, locked in the middle between monsters and humans, never quite mingling with either.
Alucard gives a slight bow of his head in greeting.]
The guild will not look to you unkindly. Most of them are unusually accepting.
[Though he doesn't know what keeps D to the sidelines, Alucard thinks he may understand. He could be wrong; he admittedly knows nothing of this man.]