Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy

The barking was, against all odds, beginning to irritate even the Italian Prince, as he settled nestled in his chair in what should have been the serenity of his own office. His fingers pressed lightly to his temple as a sound of something crashing in the hallway caused even Sebastian to wince. With his manservant otherwise occupied, the dogs had become particularly unruly without their evening walk - their antics becoming increasingly louder over the last hour. If such a thing was even possible. A soft breath left the vampire's lips as he reached forward, gently closing the lid of his laptop. Work, after all, was all but impossible in the wake of their ruckus. Slowly, Sebastian pushed himself from that desk, the man easily crossing the room towards the closed office door. The moment he opened it, his striking crystalline gaze fell upon the two animals in question, a vase lay between them, the broken pieces all but ignored by the pair. The water had all but soaked into the rug beneath them, the flowers trampled. Sebastian could hardly help but to sigh at the sight of the damage, albeit minuscule. "Prescott, Maxwell." His voice was distinctly sharp, the two dogs near immediately pausing as the pair glanced up at him, their heads ducking in an almost guilty manner. "You two need a walk - go downstairs." The very utterance of that singular word seemed to coax an enthusiastic round of barking and prancing from the pair, the dogs practically climbing over one another in a sudden race for the door of the estate, leaving the Prince to sluggishly follow in their wake.

It was nearly twenty minutes later, that Sebastian and canines stepped out of the black SUV on the very curb of that Southern park. The late hour alone near guaranteed the emptiness of the park and so, for the present, Sebastian was willing to simply let those dogs run. The vampire trailed behind them, well aware that the canines would remain within his general vicinity as they dashed about around him, toppling over one another in their unending energy. A small simper floated across the Englishman's features as he watched the two, the small group easily wandering down those pathways and further into the park. He watched astutely as the youngest of the two dogs bounded into a bush, Prescott clearly picking up something of great interest and yet, when the puppy didn't return, a hint of concern crept within the vampire. A single high pitched whistle left his lips, Maxwell all too quick to return to his side and yet, Prescott still remained distinctly...absent. Sebastian purposefully shifted his own course, moving with ease around that hedge with his own small security team trailing dutifully several feet behind the Prince and yet as he tracked down that brindled puppy - the very last thing he anticipated was that it was someone else that had so distracted him. Much less a vampire.

The puppy had all but delighted itself in circling the poor blonde girl, his spirited antics interrupted only by the dog's occasional pause to drop into a sort of play bow in an effort to get the girl to join him in his one-sided fun. Prescott, apparently, was still young enough that those protective instincts were, at the present, overrun by his simple desire to play. A soft sigh left Sebastian's lips and yet, he was hardly inattentive to how...unkept the blonde girl appeared. She must have been newly turned, a fact the elder vampire was able to pick up on with such distinct ease and yet, her presence alone was hardly enough to prompt the man's more...territorial instincts. "Ah, I apologize, he's still learning not every stranger is his friend." Sebastian uttered towards the woman, that friendly simper hardly deviating from his features as he crouched down, beckoning the dog back towards him with leash in hand.