These forests were not those of home, of from where he'd hailed.
What had been a curious quandary made on whim had become
something else altogether. It felt almost familiar, it could be said,
for this wasn't the first time in which Alucard had traveled so far
back in time. The first had been in meeting his idol, King Arthur,
and therefore this didn't feel too unfamiliar. Within a glen he'd
wound up, the petiole of the sweet summer trees in their jade
and emeralds fluttered in cool breezes, the shadows of the
wood extensive and long. utterly silent. And yet, he could scent
nearby activity, eyes scavenging for some minuscule activity.
"Is anyone there?" he barked out,
voice stark and harsh to the
quiescence most prevalent.