Owner	Pose
Dracula	It is a little bit past the middle of the night, and a full moon hangs all silvery and bright within the black sky. There are stars as well, glittering like some lost gemstones that have been tossed across the blanket of the sky. The castle keep that belongs to the Lord of Vampires looms like some darker part of the night. It is within one of the gardens that Vlad happens to be, at the moment. The garden is filled with a number of different plants, some of which exist and some of which have been created with a touch of his magic. Muted lights, crafted of magic, sparkle from here and there within the trees and other greenery within the garden. It is a mystical sort of place. A pond of an uneven yet curving sort of shape lies towards the back of the garden, at the end of a worn pebbled walkway. There are scents of night blooming flowers in the air. Standing next to the pond is where the vampire is, his gaze upon the water. He is dressed in black, which is fairly customary for him -- a soft silk long sleeved shirt, a pair of soft-soled boots, and black dress slacks. His hair is also black, falling softly past his shoulders with a bit of curl that refuses to be tamed. Lifting his right hand, he summons up a handful of barley which he lightly brushes his thumb across. Then he casts it out upon the pond, the small body of water fed by some underground source. "If it pleases you, Poseidon... I would ask for your company to see this small piece of the night," he says softly.
Poseidon	"And what if I don't want company on this night?" The voice comes from above. Upon the branches of a tree sits an owl, one foot up and tucked into its breast feathers. Its head is turned toward the vampire, and there's a flash of blue within its otherwise dark fathomless eyes. "What if I wish solitude on this night?" The accent has a hint of Greece to it, as Poseidon's tends to do, but is softer, gravelly, the voice of a bird. "What if I wish to be alone and not in anyone's presence?" He probably doesn't, not entirely, or he wouldn't be answering at all, would he?
Dracula	A smile tugs at the corners of the vampire's lips at the voice which comes, and his gaze lifts to the owl there where it is perched within the tree. "If you do not wish company then you need not have it. Of all creatures that walk this earth, I have little sway upon one of your power," Vlad says, inclining his head slightly towards the raptor. "If you wished solitude, to be alone rather than to have company then I suspect you would have left me standing here within the moonlight rather than making the journey to reach this place," he muses, a thoughtful tone to his voice. He studies the owl for a moment then, and the corners of his lips tug up a touch. "This is a part of my home, and I wished for you to see it," he adds, tilting his head a touch to one side.
Poseidon	Not many are powerful enough to hold dominion over Poseidon, let alone sway him in the slightest. The blue fades from the owl's eyes, and it blinks before fluffing its feathers and taking to the air. Soon, it's out of sight, off to continue the night's hunts. From the water rises Poseidon, walking up onto the beach. Not a single bit of him that's not dry. "Interesting place," he comments as he comes to a stop near, but not within, Dracula's personal space. His eyes wander, taking in the place.
Dracula	Even if he were powerful enough to attempt it, Dracula is wise enough to know that attempting to take any sort of control over Poseidon would be foolhardy at best. He respects Poseidon, and he wouldn't do something that would ruin that. And he wouldn't want to give the god a reason to smite him where he stands. One of his eyebrows quirks up as the blue recedes from the owl's eyes, and he watches it take to the air to continue its hunt. There are plenty of things for it to catch and eat, hereabouts. He hears the shifting of the water as Poseidon rises from it, and he turns to face him before gracefully bowing in courtly fashion. "You honour me with your presence," he says softly, a smile turning up the corners of his lips. He straightens, taking a moment to look about the garden, towards the distant stone walls of it, and then his attention turns back to Poseidon before he gives a small nod. "I was hoping that you would find it to be so. You are welcome to visit this space whenever you wish to do so," he offers. This gift of welcome is not one that is given often at all by the reclusive vampire.
Poseidon	Foolhardy at best, potentially deadly at worst. Probably detrimental at health, at the very least. In truth, Poseidon had simply been using the owl as a vessel for communication purposes. Maybe he really had wanted solitude. Or thought he did. And yet, here he is. Standing on the shores of this place. His eyes come back to Dracula and he inclines his head solemnly. "Thank you, my friend. As are you, in my domain." Beneath the sea, of course. Or on his boat in New York!
Dracula	And yet, whether the god had wished solitude on this night or not, he is here. Keeping the Lord of Vampires company on this moon-filled night. Lifting his right hand, he offers it to Poseidon, his palm up. "Will you walk this garden with me?" he asks softly, a smile turning at the corners of his lips. He inclines his head to the god in a similarly solemn fashion as the offer is made to him in like kind. "Thank you. That you extend the offer to me means much," he says softly. Especially given what had happened last time -- how near he had come to losing control of the hunger that burns within him. "Your domain is the most beautiful place that I have seen, and I am honoured that you make me welcome in it," Vlad says.
Poseidon	Poseidon is indeed here. His blue eyes fall to Dracula's hand as it's offered. And isn't immediately accepted. Instead, he saunters around Dracula in a circle, looking him down and back up again. "Sure," he finally says, and lays his hand to the vampire's. "But if you bite me, I'm going to bite you back," he warns, tone serious and not at all teasing. But there is a hint of a sparkle to his eyes that says he might be serious, but he might be teasing, at least a little. His lips curl up a little bit. "You are welcome, Vlad. Come. Let us walk." Even if the vampire had lost control, at least under the sea, there's nothing he can really hurt. Everything can just dart through the shield and away through the water. Simple.