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Re: Interlude: Intrigues in Avalon
Eliza's choice drew a raised brow from the Tzimisce. Had it not been for the proven certainty of her shadowcraft, she would truly question that the platinum haired woman was not indeed a Toreador. Was it not their clan that still - ahem - yearned for that style of sensuality?
This was hypocritical on her part perhaps. The feeding invoked a sensation of lust in her own black heart that she could not ignore, and never did her thoughts stray far from the notion of animalistic acts when she pondered her sire, for such was the will of his bond over her. She was made Cainite for the purpose of desiring him, as well as to rule over the kine in his name, and in the name of her clan. After nearly a decade, a part of her wished to step away from the call of his blood, but she was powerless in that regard. Two personalities ruled her actions. Often they were of one mind, but when it came to Gyulu, the personality that ruled her actions was not her own. What might it be to give life to the desires he foisted upon her, and direct them at another?
As she considered this in silence, the Brujah made bold her own projected victory. Both of them were competitors by their nature, Vezina could tell. The Lasombra might never admit that she needed to compete, and the Brujah would never admit defeat, even after she had suffered it.
"Very well, amusement to Eliza should she win. Lexwyn, you have yet to specify what it is you will want. It's not much of a wager if we don't know what you want ahead of time. As for myself, I will merely ask for knowledge. Something that will not do either of you particular harm to impart, I assure you." She smiled at each of them and clapped her hands together.
"So. On to the cathedral. Let our hunt begin." She fell in beside Eliza and gav her a knowing look. "Let's not delay the fun."
Eliza's choice drew a raised brow from the Tzimisce. Had it not been for the proven certainty of her shadowcraft, she would truly question that the platinum haired woman was not indeed a Toreador. Was it not their clan that still - ahem - yearned for that style of sensuality?
This was hypocritical on her part perhaps. The feeding invoked a sensation of lust in her own black heart that she could not ignore, and never did her thoughts stray far from the notion of animalistic acts when she pondered her sire, for such was the will of his bond over her. She was made Cainite for the purpose of desiring him, as well as to rule over the kine in his name, and in the name of her clan. After nearly a decade, a part of her wished to step away from the call of his blood, but she was powerless in that regard. Two personalities ruled her actions. Often they were of one mind, but when it came to Gyulu, the personality that ruled her actions was not her own. What might it be to give life to the desires he foisted upon her, and direct them at another?
As she considered this in silence, the Brujah made bold her own projected victory. Both of them were competitors by their nature, Vezina could tell. The Lasombra might never admit that she needed to compete, and the Brujah would never admit defeat, even after she had suffered it.
"Very well, amusement to Eliza should she win. Lexwyn, you have yet to specify what it is you will want. It's not much of a wager if we don't know what you want ahead of time. As for myself, I will merely ask for knowledge. Something that will not do either of you particular harm to impart, I assure you." She smiled at each of them and clapped her hands together.
"So. On to the cathedral. Let our hunt begin." She fell in beside Eliza and gav her a knowing look. "Let's not delay the fun."