When Integra is prepared, it's but a moment before his own steed has risen up - dark fog into something corporeal and black and, eventually, an actual armoured destrier that looks battle ready as it had the day it died. It's no wonder he likes his own horse.
He lifts himself up with little ceremony, maintaining a wide enough berth not to agitate the other mount as he circles, stopping just behind and to the right of Integra.
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Alucard never has a straight face.
When Integra is prepared, it's but a moment before his own steed has risen up - dark fog into something corporeal and black and, eventually, an actual armoured destrier that looks battle ready as it had the day it died. It's no wonder he likes his own horse.
He lifts himself up with little ceremony, maintaining a wide enough berth not to agitate the other mount as he circles, stopping just behind and to the right of Integra.
"Of course I will."