Alucard

On this day, Alakard left the castle walls to wander through the forest in search of game for lunch. He walked on the soft grass, enjoying the silence and the evening light playing in the foliage, until he heard a rustle — a mysterious sound coming from the depths of the greenery. Bending down, he caught a faint melody of movement, as if something or someone in the distance was approaching him, perhaps casually running through a piercingly bright forest carpet. The tip of his ear's ear warily caught this music, awakening in him the ancient instinct of a hunter. With each step, his heart sank with expectation, and the forest, like a living being, reminded him of its power and secrets, which he carefully guarded. Now every flutter of leaves, every rustle underfoot became a part of this intimate moment — the moments when nature and man intersect on the verge of fate.