10-01-2013, 10:31 AM
Vee told Bertram. Twice. They were not threats, not as Vee views such things, but warnings. If you do this thing, if you do something that threatens Vee or William, if you take one step closer...
And then Bertram took that step closer. He threatened to hurl Vee into the fire. Vee did not fall on the Brujah merely out of instinct - though there was that, when one finds a frenzied Brujah coming for their throat, one reacts accordingly. No, it wasn't only that. It wasn't only the meeting of a foe intent on causing harm. It was the fulfillment of a promise.
Bertram at first has the benefit of surprise on his side, he takes the Tzimisce by surprise, and Vee responds by keeping their feet and, still quite calmly, bending Bertram's rib cage with a touch. With the expenditure of more of Vee's powerful blood to fuel their veins, granting them speed and superior strength, that calm starts chipping away. The ethereal creature, nearly angelic in appearance, begins to look decidedly demonic as it grips the Brujah by the throat and
pulls
his spine free, just as they said they would do. For a moment, Vee stands over the fallen form of their foe, at the pool of vitae forming all around it, their own Beast snarling for replenishment, nourishment, just drink it drink it drink it! But Vee remains controlled and in control, reigns in that Beast and keeps it in check. Vee would not allow the Brujah's blood to taint the Vaulderie, they certainly weren't going to feast upon it now.
The hand that still holds the column of Bertram's spine lifts it, examines it with head tilted in apparent curiosity, the look on their face thoughtful. So he did have one after all. Without ceremony, Vee drops the length of bone by the body of their fallen wouldbe comrade, leaving it as they said for some kinder soul to rejoin it to his torpid form if they so choose. Vee takes a moment to straighten their blood-soaked clothes, and walks calmly over to rejoin William and Flood and Ioana.
When the cup of bone returns to Vee, the Tzimisce holds it reverently in both hands, eyes lifted to Ioana first, heeding the Cardinal's words, and remembering them, taking the first steps to learning this rite for the pack. Then, their own fangs drawn, the Tzimisce drinks deep of the commingled blood.
And then Bertram took that step closer. He threatened to hurl Vee into the fire. Vee did not fall on the Brujah merely out of instinct - though there was that, when one finds a frenzied Brujah coming for their throat, one reacts accordingly. No, it wasn't only that. It wasn't only the meeting of a foe intent on causing harm. It was the fulfillment of a promise.
Bertram at first has the benefit of surprise on his side, he takes the Tzimisce by surprise, and Vee responds by keeping their feet and, still quite calmly, bending Bertram's rib cage with a touch. With the expenditure of more of Vee's powerful blood to fuel their veins, granting them speed and superior strength, that calm starts chipping away. The ethereal creature, nearly angelic in appearance, begins to look decidedly demonic as it grips the Brujah by the throat and
pulls
his spine free, just as they said they would do. For a moment, Vee stands over the fallen form of their foe, at the pool of vitae forming all around it, their own Beast snarling for replenishment, nourishment, just drink it drink it drink it! But Vee remains controlled and in control, reigns in that Beast and keeps it in check. Vee would not allow the Brujah's blood to taint the Vaulderie, they certainly weren't going to feast upon it now.
The hand that still holds the column of Bertram's spine lifts it, examines it with head tilted in apparent curiosity, the look on their face thoughtful. So he did have one after all. Without ceremony, Vee drops the length of bone by the body of their fallen wouldbe comrade, leaving it as they said for some kinder soul to rejoin it to his torpid form if they so choose. Vee takes a moment to straighten their blood-soaked clothes, and walks calmly over to rejoin William and Flood and Ioana.
When the cup of bone returns to Vee, the Tzimisce holds it reverently in both hands, eyes lifted to Ioana first, heeding the Cardinal's words, and remembering them, taking the first steps to learning this rite for the pack. Then, their own fangs drawn, the Tzimisce drinks deep of the commingled blood.