09-16-2013, 09:37 AM
[I was waiting for Seb, but since it's been a few days since my last post and since I'd like to move along to the next act, guess I'll go again. Sorry, Seb!]
The rocking of the bus does not hinder the elder Tzimisce in their work in the slightest. Long, strong, dexterous fingers pluck and pull at the bones, creating handle, binding pieces together more securely. Making it a weapon. Vee will decide before they get there if this will be the gift they bring for Ioana or if the wolf pelt will be sufficient. For now, there's the question of where to get that bite.
Continuing along that vein of supposed normalcy, Vee says, "So long as no one resorts to feeding off the bodies below, anything will do, really."
As they wend their way along the mountain road, Vee sighs but does not voice its cause. Truthfully, the Tzimisce is regretting not bringing Isabela. The ghoul would have no doubt plotted out a course with planned pitstops and scheduled feeding. She is quite thoughtful, is Vee's Isabela, but alas, no point lamenting her absence. At least, not for long. Soon enough their hungers will be satisfied, and perhaps their tempers will have abated, as well.
The rocking of the bus does not hinder the elder Tzimisce in their work in the slightest. Long, strong, dexterous fingers pluck and pull at the bones, creating handle, binding pieces together more securely. Making it a weapon. Vee will decide before they get there if this will be the gift they bring for Ioana or if the wolf pelt will be sufficient. For now, there's the question of where to get that bite.
Continuing along that vein of supposed normalcy, Vee says, "So long as no one resorts to feeding off the bodies below, anything will do, really."
As they wend their way along the mountain road, Vee sighs but does not voice its cause. Truthfully, the Tzimisce is regretting not bringing Isabela. The ghoul would have no doubt plotted out a course with planned pitstops and scheduled feeding. She is quite thoughtful, is Vee's Isabela, but alas, no point lamenting her absence. At least, not for long. Soon enough their hungers will be satisfied, and perhaps their tempers will have abated, as well.