Stupid procrastination.... I make up with a lazy reply. -Still has no idea what's really going on, as is too lazy tired to read all of it- ^7^
Dun't worry, Alfred. puppeh's coming to save yer fat ass -le Mwah-
Also... I'm on someone's iphone, so I can't edit and I did this in a rush. Bear with me and my shitty reply.. I'll edit later to make it more.... eh... better-er. Yes. Better'er. Like a boss.
Hooves thundered deeper into the night...
Ivan didn't know where they were going, he just needed to get away from there. He didn't know where to go next; His own Soviet manor was no longer safe, especially for Raivis... not only were creatures lurking around the mansion, memories of Estonia would still be quite fresh. The hunter was just as surprised and shocked by the death of the Baltic as Raivis was.... None of them knew this, but he didn't keep the three because he needed or wanted servants.... he kept them, and kept others well away from the Baltics because he had grown quite fond of them.
Now that one of those Baltics were gone, Ivan felt quite off. He was killed by a vampire... that vampire was now a threat... a foe. And now kids, what do Russians turn to when they want revenge?
Annihilation.
He growled softly to himself as a well-put plan of attack began circulating in his hazy mind, until an odd tingle crept down his spine, a feeling he only got when he was about to....
Oh, no... Amethyst irises shot up to the clouded sky. He could see a break starting to part the grey night sky, allowing a faint beam of the Full Moon peek through... Had he forgotten what day it was?!
Panic began to settle in the place of the bitter hatred he had for those monsters. He couldn't shift... no, not
now... out of all times!
An old, abandoned farmhouse could be seen in the clearing. Ivan pulled his horse to a halt at the entry before scooping Raivis up and carrying him toward the house. The Russian rose a foot and kicked the door down.
He pulled the horse into house and set the Latvian down before bending down towards him.
"Raivis..." He said, his voice same out surprisingly soft. "I have to go out for a bit. Keep near the horse, he'll let you know if there's danger. But I won't be far..." Ivan hated the idea of leaving the other alone... but he had to. The first few minutes of his transfiguration was nothing short of chaotic; he could easily kill the Latvian.
Ivan placed a hand on the boy's head in a conforting gesture before standing up and walking out of the house.
Once the door was shut, however, the Russian turned and ran into the woods. He was going to linger around the building once he took control of his mind again, but for now, he needed to get as far away as possible.
His breaths started coming in swift pants as the first moonbeam fell and hit the earth....