[ Human, wasn't she? If he recalled their conversation. It suits him, the wolf. He can imagine how the loss of it feels: Geralt is, in some ways, lucky that his transformation doesn't strip him too heavily of how he once was. The loss of his Signs is inconvenient, as is his reaction to silver—but at least he's no less quick nor sturdy than he's always been.
He follows Alucard along a winding river. His mind is still elsewhere, and the sound he makes is at once distracted and faintly amused. ]
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[ Human, wasn't she? If he recalled their conversation. It suits him, the wolf. He can imagine how the loss of it feels: Geralt is, in some ways, lucky that his transformation doesn't strip him too heavily of how he once was. The loss of his Signs is inconvenient, as is his reaction to silver—but at least he's no less quick nor sturdy than he's always been.
He follows Alucard along a winding river. His mind is still elsewhere, and the sound he makes is at once distracted and faintly amused. ]
A vampire hunter befriending a vampire. Poetic.