Being use to seeing mostly ghastly remains gnawed by rot and warped by all sorts of terrible wounds, Dracula revealing a most attractive face was actually quite surprising, he sported a refined moustache and goatee, looking just about the idealistic image of a young lord with a charming, albeit sharp, smile.
The two ancestors glanced at once another in a silent exchange.
Dracula was indeed a name they had been told about, the gravelord of burning blood, a being that could transform into an enormous dragon, a ruthless warlord who impaled the remains of his enemies as a show of strength- As intimidation to those who had yet to fall, they had certainly not expected him, or any of the gravelords for that matter, to be anywhere close to handsome, that guy barely even looked like a corpse, only his horribly pale complexion gave it away that there was no life to be found within him.
