Be more Chill

It was a long ride from Seere to Hillerød but it was not like he had something else to do. He’d left his right hand back at Seere making sure that the city would not come to explode. If it did that would be a shame. It was not the most pretty place, but he loved it there for it was his home. He liked it there more than on the snowy biome of Falkreath. His path has to lead him to there, not that he had anything to do. Maybe he could go to his father's Brothel.
Even though he was a vampire and has an unimaginable speed, he still used his horse to get around. Valdimárr loved that animal like he loved many animals before. It was a weakness of him, but not one you could use against him. If the animal had to die in order to protect himself, he would gladly kill the beast himself and feast upon its blood. That was the only way to survive if you’d put yourself above everybody else.

Calmly he was walking through the forest. It was obvious that it was getting colder. There were fewer people behind the walls and he could hear and smell not as many animals as when it was warmer. They all went into hiding, deep in the forest where they were safe from everyone. But still, his blue eyes spotted one man between the threes.
He let his horse go faster and in no time he made it towards the lonely man. Soon he recognized him and knew who he was. “One would think you are a vampire if you are dressed like that.” He halted his mare right in front of the man. She was a fierce one and with damp left her nostrils, scraping her hoof over the thick snow. Of course, he was aware that the man was, in fact, a vampire, they were family after all. “Tell me, how’s my dad doing?” It has been a while since he’d seen his own father, but he knew that this guy was working for him. Actually, everyone could see that, seeing as how he dressed. Even a whore would know it.