RP:Siring the Seamstress
Cabin in the Frostmaw Woods
Kasyr shifts upon his impromptu seat once more, heedless of the snow which not only engulfs the pile of frozen firewood that is serving as his 'throne' but is now also accumulating about his person. Though it was not the most comfortable of positions, it made his presence noticeable at least- so long as he made the occasional effort to shake off the snow so that he was recogniseable at a distance. That said, it was not soon after that he'd resume his stalwart watch- passively shifting his gaze between the path, and the isolated Cabin he had discovered. For his purposes, it served well enough- though he could not be certain if it was abandoned, or had simply not been visited for some time. ...Or if the owner had been a victim of Frostmaw's customary harshness.
Iintahquohae had never set foot in Frostmaw's wilderness, so it's safe to say that she's managed to get herself really lost. Naturally, she's freezing cold and doesn't seem too pleased about that. Luck seems to be on her side is the thought that crosses her mind at the sight of a cabin in the distance. While hugging the thick parka she wore closer to herself, the seamstress began working her way through the snow toward it. Her path shifts just a bit once she's wiped snowflakes away from her glasses and spies what she initially assumes is either a statue or a frozen person on a pile of wood, and Iintahquohae makes her way toward it instead. She considers getting close enough to prod the figure, but once her vision has cleared up a bit, her expression switches from curiosity to somewhat surprised. She'll pretend like finding him in what she'd consider the middle of nowhere normal. "Oh, Kasyr," she greets. "It's been a while. I got your letter."
Kasyr draws his hands up, if only to steeple them together and rest his chin upon the point. "I pray the guards were ever to direct you to this path?" ..If she asked the guards. But then, given how the Kensai tends to be on the move quite frequently, it's not like offering her fixed directions would have been much help. The thought is still enough to provoke a brief frown from the Kensai, before he directs one hand over towards the Cabin, "Would you care to come inside? I beg forgive me that I did not start a fire, as I was not sure when you'd arrive. Still, it will be far more pleasent than out here, j'imagine."
Satoshi considers herself something of a guardian spirit for Frostmaw--or a predatory one, depending upon her mood. This evening, however, it is definitely 'guardian', for she's spent the last long while keeping pace with Iintahquohae, in the furtive form of a small fox. With a white pelt, it's easy for Satoshi to blend into the snow, and even easier to disappear from sight, considering she's capable of teleporting through ice. It's through these means that Satoshi has taken care that Stitch doesn't get herself completely lost, or eaten, or sent off a cliff. A few harsh, flurry-filled gusts of wind help keep the seamstress on track too. Because Satoshi wishes to ensure Inks makes it to Kasyr unharmed, after all~. When said mission is completed, then the magus will make her presence known, scrambling up the wood pile to perch beside Kasyr as pleased as any fox could look.
Iintahquohae didn't ask the guards and assumed that might have been a bad mood, so she'd avoid answering the question. Her aimless wandering seemed to have a knack for paying off anyway. She hadn't expected to bump into Kasyr. The second he gestures at the cabin, she begins slowly heading that way without an immediate reply. "Fire or not, I'd rather be in there than out here," the seamstress calls over her shoulder. "Aren't you freezing?" she asks. She couldn't imagine just sitting outside in weather like this, but Inks wasn't used to Frostmaw.
Kasyr is poised to reply to the seamstress when he takes note of her vulpine companion, something that has the Kensai briefly falter in a response. And then just as swiftly, he offers the fox a pat, and a smirk, before his attention once more flicks over towards his Vassal, "I would say apres vous, but you seem to have the situation well in hand." Heedless of the patch of snow that kicks up when he rises, the Kensai simply follows Iintahquohae into the cabin- though he makes certain to hold the door open for a few more seconds than necessary. It's only than that he allows himself to fall back against it- an action that at once serves to bump it closed, whilst also providing him something to casually lean against, "Also, a perk of being a vampire. Not freezing to death. So, given you read the letter, es there any specific item you care to address first?"
Satoshi follows close on Kasyr's heels, entering the cabin and swiftly finding herself a cozy spot to curl up on while kensai and seamstress exchange words. For the moment, the fox seems content to be a silent observer, and likely won't interrupt or shift forms unless called upon.
Iintahquohae didn't catch a very good glimpse of the fox that followed her and went with the assumption that the wind was kicking up a bit more snow just out of the corner of her eyes occasionally. Either that or something was up, but it didn't seem like a problem. She really didn't know. The thought goes away shortly (though it pops up once again after she swears she saw the snowy thing slip through the door in her periphery) after she's gotten inside of the cabin and her primary focus becomes warming herself back up. While rubbing her gloved hands together in order to return some of their heat, she thought over the past months and the distinct lack of significant events, aside from three or four things. "Well, Vailkrin-wise I met somebody from House Trintus a while back. Shen." With a pause, she carefully yanked down the collar of her jacket and her choker just a bit so Kasyr could get a glimpse of the fading bite marks. "He's alright, aside from always calling me Dinner and occasionally making me his dinner. Saved me from some wolves. I found a ghost octopus, I think? I don't really know what it is. I fell off of an airship about a week ago and I started learning magic from somebody in the Mage's Guild recently, named Daath. I'm hoping that I'll be able to enter the Guild properly sometime in the future." After straightening her choker and her jacket again, the seamstress also added, "Oh, and business has been wonderful, if you don't count Ranok wrecking my floor twice. How have you been?"
Kasyr nods slightly at the first bit of news, "I met him, beat him half to death with a lamp post. I'm rather tempted to finish pummel him to death for the impudence of feeding upon one of my vassals." There is an altogether dangerous look that creeps across the revenants features, one that does not really seem to abate when he asks, "Unless you had offered to be his dinner on a whim. ...Still, if this is a while back- well. I'm the reason he's in Trintus- as opposed to a dead feral. Maybe he's since improved." This is accompanied by a sage nod, before he shifted which leg he was leaning upon, and returned to listening. "Mmm, it's good to know you're honing your talents at least Cherie. And have your eyes set upon the ambitious goal of joining the guild, even while maintaining your business." A pause, and then the revenant adds, "Ghost octupi? Also, the secondary question was, who amongst the Coterie did you manage to meet- what was your thoughts on them, and what did you learn from them, and do alongside them?"
Iintahquohae blinked. Shen failed to mention anything to her about Kasyr. She'd pretend not to appear as baffled as she felt at the idea of beating somebody with a lamp post. Then again, being around Kasyr or any of the Coterie had pretty much taught Iintahquohae to just roll with whatever sounded bizarre. "He's still just as cocky as I imagine he was whenever you saw him last. I offered it to him, by the way. It was out of a mix of stupidity and curiosity of what it's like to be bitten, really." Mention of the Guild makes her almost beam. "I made a fireball. On accident, nearly set my shop on fire and burned my hand terribly, but I made one. I figure once I've got a handle on what I'm doing with it I could add it to my business," she said with a shrug. "I'm thinking wand making or something along those lines…As far as the Coterie goes, I've met," she holds up one hand and starts counting on her fingers, "Kirien, Satoshi, Dami, Svilfon. I believe that's all of them… Kirien I haven't heard from in ages. The last time I saw him was in Vailkrin when all of that was going on. The last I communicated with Satoshi was shortly after she gave me Pinquettki's egg, when she asked me to join the Eyrie. I'm really glad I did. It's been helping Pin and I bond more." Now she smiles. She clearly adored that couatl. "Dami I haven't spoken to since Vailkrin." She shrugs. "No idea what happened to her, and Pin and I met Svilfon and Alahir. I wish I spent more time around here, honestly," Inks says with a slight frown. "Work keeps me away, though."
Kasyr casually shifts from his spot at the door, if only to meander over across the room towards the fireplace. The revenant had, after all, at least had the forethought to bring in some firewood when he'd initially arrived, even if he hadn't bothered to start up a blaze. It's with a certain deliberateness that he now stacks those logs at the hearth, before he makes a broad gesture towards the seamstress, "Well, hey, if you're still cold- be my guest to practice a little bit. Je vous assure, rather, I promise- you won't manage to burn this cabin down." Satoshi, as the fox, is given a glance at this point. "As for wishing you spent more time here- Well, between between me needing a somewhat more...active vassal these days, and a prior standing offer- I think something can be worked out. In regards to the first statement, I am actually going to ask you to...see if you might be able to find me someone to troubleshoot a problem in Vailkrin. There are some cultists I'd like dealt with- and I'm quite interested to see if I can find some individuals who would be capable of dealing with it. That and to..discover capable individuals in case any more dire emergencies occur in the future. I can provide you a dossier on this matter, in fact- if you require further details." The Kensai takes this moment to adjust his trenchcoat, and then casually step over towards the portion of the room Satoshi is lurking in, "And in regards to the other matter- I had wondered if you had given much thought as to the possibility of being welcomed within the Coterie. Though, I'll confess I'm certainly interested to hear what my esteemed wife has to say on this matter."
Iintahquohae 's eyes followed Kasyr as he walked the room. For a moment she's hesitant about trying to start a fire, what with how the end result of that accidental fireball was very far from pleasant. Despite this, she wanders to the fireplace and crouches just a bit while removing her gloves. There's a bandage tightly wrapped around one palm - likely where she was burned. She listens while Kasyr talks, but her demeanor stiffens just a bit when he mentions his offer. Sure, Iintahquohae had thought about it and strongly considered accepting the offer, but it'd been a while since it had seriously crossed her mind as a possibility again. Before she can try easing out of the subject and inquire about the cultists, her head turns just enough to peek over her shoulder. "Do you think Satoshi would mind it? I mean, I wouldn't want to be a problem..." She turns back toward the fire and begins murmuring the incantation Daath taught her to bring a tiny flame to her unburnt hand. It's apparent that he's taught her well, despite her clear need to reign herself in a bit and not produce a fireball like before. The flame fluctuates in size to the point that she decides to simply use her free hand to pick up a small stick amongst the firewood to use as kindling for the fire. It won't be a full fire for some time, but at least the house hasn't been set ablaze. In the same fashion as one burns out a match, she waves her fire-filled hand a few times so only smoke remains in the fire's place. "That'll prove him wrong," she murmurs to herself.
While Iintahquohae busies herself with the fire, Satoshi quietly shifts back into her proper form, so that she's perched neatly on the edge of a countertop by the time the seamstress turns around again. The magus' grin is one full of amusement and fangs, both at watching Inks start the fire, and at her comments. "Not bad, for a fledgeling mage. Although I prefer the colder stuff, myself~." The kit takes a moment then to shuffle closer to Kasyr before she voices her opinion, eyes on the seamstress. "As far as joining our little family: it's your choice, in the end. I'd welcome you, as I'm sure the others would. Pinquettki chose you, and a couatl's impression speaks volumes for me. You've seen how close the couatl are to one another? It's a lot like how it is among is, if you agree. It's for life. It's binding. And it's the most wonderous thing I've ever known, having a family." As she talks, Satoshi leans over to nudge her shoulder against Kasyr's, a silent piece of affection.
Kasyr allows himself a smile upon Satoshi's proximity and her ensuing gesture, one which he returns a few moments later. Nonetheless, his focus remains mostly upon the seamstress, both in observing how she handles the matter of lighting the fireplace, and in gauging her response to the offer, "Well, I suppose that addresses that, non? So- again, just what es it that you desire? Do you desire to be my Vassal, or do you desire so much more; to be a part of this family?"
Iintahquohae found herself blinking once again, this time at the appearance of Satoshi. Had she been there the entire time? Her compliment causes the seamstress to smile a bit. "Thanks. It isn't much yet, but maybe once I'm in the guild I'll get past the simple things." She hoped that would be the case. The gears for what she could make were already turning in her head. Both Satoshi and Kasyr's talk of family seemed to strike a chord in Inks. Probably since the one she managed to find was of utmost importance to her, but she wouldn't bring that whole story up for fear of coming off as overly sentimental. The thought causes the seamstress to awkwardly roll her shoulders, which she attempts to shift into a little shrug so it's not as noticeable. It doesn't work that well. "Family sounds good," she eventually says with a smile, though it falters a bit. "I'm a bit wary of the process, though." The biting part didn't bother her after being bitten more than enough times by Shen. It was more of the possibility that it might not work, but what did she know? She'd ask anyway. "I'm all for taking risks, but I can't help feeling hesitant…What if it doesn't work?"
Satoshi leaves the answering to Kasyr for this, although she does quietly remark, "He hasn't failed the process yet."
Kasyr can't help but tip his head for a moment, a sort of pensive look crossing his features, "Unless you tried to stop it, or someone else did, I don't think it could fail, cherie. Really, the biggest risk would be if tu pulled an Ily." An almost sheepish look creeps across the Kensai's face, " Though, a little craziness hasn't exactly done the rest of us any harm." Much. Other than Markos.
Iintahquohae ;; "An Ily?" She isn't sure how to respond, but she trusts that she's in good hands for this. "Then I'll try not to stop it." It'd probably get to a point where she's too weak to try anyway, right? "I'll just…sit there until it's done, I guess?" And hope that she doesn't screw it up somehow.
Satoshi said, "Have no fear, even if you tried, do you really think you could outmuscle Kasyr~?" That's not exactly reassuring, when you're in the same room as said revenant. "I tried to stop it, out of reflex, when he sired me too, and it had no effect~."
Kasyr steps over towards Iintaquohae, before he extends his right arm, and ticks his index finger against her forehead, "Mmm. Should I see about trying to do what I did to Kirien, or no?" The Kensai looks genuinely curious in this regard, and seems to be continuously rolling the ring on his right hand about with his thumb. "And..An ily. She sort of went crazy, et homicidal. Like, a very, very violent, bloodthirsty crazy." ..Which is saying something, since that sort of..ran through the Coterie. Likely in part because Kasyr wasn't exactly a normal vampire- beyond just the Revenant bit.
Iintahquohae definitely didn't feel reassured, but appreciated that Satoshi was lightening her mood, if that was her intention, anyway. She added to it, after recalling one of the very few times she actually tried fighting something off. "I guess I could always make sure that I had a chair nearby just in cas-" she flinched when Kasyr touched her forehead. "What did you do to Kirien?" Going homicidal wasn't something that she wanted to happen. She'd try to keep the thought out of her mind for now.
Satoshi leans back, hands on the countertop to prop herself up so that she's staring up at the ceiling as she talks. Her voice is light and almost distant, so as not to intrude upon the discussion, while still adding to it, "Should brace yourself for the new instincts. Like Svilfon, you're human, so it's not quite as smooth a transition as it was for myself, and Kirien. We were already predators, hunting came naturally. There's a new hungry, one that's strong and loud, that'll want to push you to act without thought. But you have Pinquettki... she can help you retain yourself, to keep you from becoming a beast."
Kasyr gives his ring one more spin, before he again taps upon the Seamstresses forehead. Unlike the prior gestures however, this one has purpose, meaning. It's a silent plea, an invocation of the forces locked within that item, Coreliant's Ring of Misinterpreted sight- one of the last few artifacts strewn about the realm by the Ascendi. That said, the Revenant is not seeking to call upon the rings innate ability, but rather, upon the very essence of the ring itself. As a former paladin of Coreliant, as a mortal that was once his most cherished follower, and even thereafter held some favor- Kasyr is able to use the ring as a -conduit-. A focus which serves to enhance gifts the Revenant had learned under the Ascendi of Deceptions wings, and further refined through the...acquistion of a greater illusionists knowledge and arts. "Stitch. I want you to close your eyes et focus upon your heartbeat. I want you to listen to that sound, to tune out the rest of the world." It's with this said that the Kensai begins to weave those forces he's drawing upon- to play upon Emphasising the sound of one's heartbeat, even as he slowly works to dull the other senses, to dim them until they are of no import. Moment by moment, he crafts that delusion, until only that sound should exist for the seamstress.
Iintahquohae didn't like the sound of that. She strongly preferred having restraint in everything. She quietly reassured herself that it would come in time. Pinquettki could always help, too. Maybe they could even hunt together somehow. That was an uplifting thought, but it's quickly drawn away when she's tapped on the forehead a second time. Once again she flinches, but it's a delayed reaction. She wasn't expecting the change to happen now, but figured it'd be better to deal with it sooner rather than later. Though clearly hesitant, Inks does as instructed and shuts her eyes, then focuses her attention on her heartbeat. It doesn't take long for her to be consumed by the sound, or rather it's color. The sound pulsates with each beat - red, blue, red, blue, over and over again. It takes a bit of time for her to lose focus on Kasyr, Satoshi, the cabin, or anything else around her, but eventually she's clearly lost in some colorful thought and it'd be difficult to pull her out of it.
Kasyr 's focus remains upon his work, upon the delicate manipulation of the sensations, if only so that he could craft the final aspect of that illusion. Ideally, the seamstresses focus would be locked upon her heartbeat- the likes of which would make her susceptible to the last alteration to her perceptions; specifically the passage of time, in this case. As an act it's simple enough, starting with the gradual manipulation of her perceptions of her heartbeat, at once making them all the more difficult to ignore, whilst also distorting her perceptions so that they seem to slow down. Until finally, it simply doesn't come. What remains is the moment between heartbeats, imprinted within the seamstresses mind, and serving to ensnare her attention- every iota of her focus and being locked in a moment that never comes. It's only when this illusiary creation has been woven that revenant actually draws her forward, doing what little he can to tip her forward so that she's not quite as...inaccessible (Read: So much taller than him.)
Iintahquohae is completely gone, lost in a field of red and blue that she's fairly certain is a dream. A strange, surreal one, but pleasant nonetheless. If anything, she likely thinks she's began to lucid dream. In reality, her body tips forward a bit toward the revenant, but hopefully not too far that she knocks both him and herself over. Her shoulders slump a bit, but otherwise she's fairly immobile unless gravity happens and she finds herself toppling to the floor in a bit.
Satoshi, from her vantage of the cabin's little kitchen, takes this moment to boot a stool over to Kasyr. Being considerably shorter than both of them, Satoshi can see the difficulties of this process easily. Sitting Inks down may be helpful.
Kasyr get's an almost wry look when the seamstress begins to tip forward further still, something which coaxes him into leaving one hand pressed against her collarbone to keep her from spilling forward. And then Satoshi provides a stool, and the Kensai just plain gives into laziness and nudges Iintaquohae in such a way that she tilts over towards it. Sure, he has to keep his hand on her collarbone so she doesn't go spilling backwards now, but at least it entirely gets rid of any awkward maneuvering. With all that said and done, Kasyr simply leans in towards Stitch, coils his other arm about her upper torso, and promptly sinks his teeth into her juggular- an act which is in and of itself harsh, and yet bereft of any malice. She is, likely enough, still locked within the delusion of his own creation- something which enables to begin drinking from her in peace, to begin the process of slowing her heart so that it may begin it might gradually begin to resemble the illusion Stitch perceives.
Iintahquohae manages to fall awkwardly, but comfortably onto the stool Satoshi provided, though she's still slightly slumped over and still lost in her delusion. At least she won't fall now. The feeling of something puncturing her neck does cause her to wince, well, the colors that surround her wince more than she does. There's a visible twitch that occurs amongst the red blobs of color that surround her, slowly followed by a similar twitch from the blues. Their movement gradually changes in time with her heartbeat as it begins to slow while Kasyr drains her, and she's left completely unaware. Lightheadedness sets in soon enough, but all intahquohae can really do is pass it off as part of the dream.
Kasyr begins to drink yet more deeply from the seamstress, trusting now that his illusion will keep her docile. It's only at such a time as he feels her heart -falter- that he forces himself to pull back, taking in the sight of his handiwork. For a few moments, the Kensai rests there, his head subtly tipping askew- before he draws free of whatever reverie had possessed him. Without further hesitation, the Revenant draws his own wrist up to his lips and tears into it, without even the bit of reservation he had allowed for Iintaquohae. The point, after all, is to shred and rend flesh, so that the blood can flow freely- and the bleeding wound can be pressed to the seamstresses lips. It's only then that the Kensai resumes feeding, with only a slight bit of care taken towards tipping Stitch back so that she might avail herself of the vitae she's being fed all the more readily. In truth, with the Kensai draining her as he is- it's likely not long before she begins to cradle that precious point between life, death, and undeath. And the Kensai is not exactly sure that the illusion that holds her will is liable to survive such a transition.
Satoshi's twitch of ears and narrowing of eyes goes unseen, present circumstances considered. Although the empathic kensai might pick up on the involuntary twinge of jealousy the magus is feeling before it's quickly smothered. Even when Kasyr had sired Svilfon, Satoshi had felt that same bite of unease, for she's a possessive creature at heart and can't help but envy anyone her husband shows close attention to. But from this point on, Iintahquohae is family, and not even Satoshi will retain undue jealousy toward any part of the Coterie--except Ilydia, because it's Ily and there's no reasoning with Satoshi about the Housepet. And so, the magus sighs, reminds herself that siring is not a matter to be jealous about, and settles back to wait for the final transition.
Iintahquohae ;; At the same time that her heart falters, the red and blue delusion she's lost in twitches in a manner that can easily be described as disturbing. She's unaware of what it means or how terribly close she is to death, but the next thing that the seamstress is aware of is something pressed against her lips. A few drops of Kasyr's blood trickle into her mouth. The taste of it triggers something within her that she can't quite place, but she finds herself drinking more of it. The colors of her delusion intensify in hue just a bit; the blue becomes brighter, almost electric, while the red does the same. The delusion seems to be wearing off just a tad as she suddenly becomes aware of her hands. They lift to loosely grasp for Kasyr's wrist so she can properly drink. They tighten their grip just a bit once she notices a correlation between the brightness of the colors and whatever it is that she's drinking.
Kasyr doesn't bother to resist Stitch at all, in fact moving with her so as to better enable her efforts to feed, so that she might better embrace the new phase of life she's about to venture. By this point, her descent towards oblivion is all but inevitable, something which matters little to the Kensai as he works to drain the last bit of blood that yet strives to keep her heart pumping. For Kasyr, this moment is reduced to grim joy and exultation at what's transpiring, and a certain degree of pride. One that is at once tied to his vassal, to himself, to Coterie- and which is something more. One which seems to swell and surge forward, even as Iintaquohae's body becomes a vessel for a fraction of the caliginous curse which festers within the Revenants soul.
Iintahquohae continues to drink, but abruptly winces as a terribly sharp pain fills her mouth. As much as she'd like to pull away from Kasyr's wrist to see what the problem is, some newfound hunger within forces her to remain locked to drinking. That's all that seems to be of importance to her. In the meantime, her canines have sharpened, just as her senses have begun to gradually sharpen, and this is closely followed by her previously lost awareness. In the midst of the red and blue blobs Iintahquohae is certain that she's holding onto, a bit tightly now, somebody's wrist. She's drinking blood. Its scent is completely overpowering. But the seamstress still thinks she's dreaming, she thinks. This doesn't seem to bother her, as she merely pulls Kasyr's wrist closer and considers sinking her newly sharpened teeth into it. Her mouth opens just a bit so they'll graze his skin.
Kasyr , during those few moments following the cessation of her heart, simply remains there- cradling her close. It's only once she's begun to move anew, tugging upon his wrist, that he draws his lips away from her neck, and loosens his one arm from about her upper torso. It's with a certain degree of casualness that the revenant runs the fingers of his free hands across his lips, wiping both blood and a curious black ichor clear of them. The latter of the two substances earns the revenants scrutiny- though it does little to prevent him from bluntly telling Inky, "Bite. And drink. Enough to get some strength. Et then we can go on a proper hunt." A pause, and then the Kensai adds, "Madamoiselle Satoshi, would you care to do the honours of explaining our rules, or should I?"
Satoshi gives Kasyr a look devoid of an proper expression. "You should. You're the sire. The rules don't stick unless you deliver them. I could tell her to jump off a cliff, but she'd only obey if you gave the order."
Iintahquohae was still clinging onto the last of the illusion for a time until Kasyr's voice broke through it. As if being abruptly awoken, her eyelids snap open and she can't help sluggishly lifting her head first to take in her surroundings, though they're blurry. The scent of Kasyr's blood is enough for her to carefully grab his wrist again, except this time she isn't slumped over as much. The seamstress sits up a bit, then sinks her newly formed fangs into his wrist to drink again. Just as before, she's overwhelmed with color, but this time it isn't her heartbeat that she's hearing or seeing. It's merely a multitude of colors that don't seem to want to settle. Unsure of how much is enough causes Iintahquohae to be very, very reluctantly hesitant about drinking further, but it seems like her general desire for restraint before the transition has been carried over. The restraint isn't as strong, however, judging by how she's slow to pull away from Kasyr's wrist. While wiping blood away from her lips with the back of her hand, the seamstress looks around the room and notices that her vision is considerably clearer than it had ever been before, glasses or otherwise. She stares pointedly at Satoshi while she speaks. "There's yellow in your voice. It's sort of pale lemon-y colored. I never saw it before now."
Satoshi blinks, but otherwise doesn't miss a beat in responding to Inks' remark. "Oh? I'd always thought it'd have more blues in it. Or a bit of green, like the trees in Frostmaw's forest~. I wonder where the lemon comes from?" There's nothing taunting about Satoshi's reply, in fact, the magus seems genuinely curious. After all, she hears the voices of the snow and ice, although others have made it perfectly clear this is not a normal trait for people to possess.
Kasyr gingerly retrieves his wrist from his fledgeling once she manages to distract herself with... something about Satoshi's voice. Really, the Kensai isn't following that particular exchange all that closely, instead merely coaxing a few sparks into existance along the tips of his fingers, before he casually proceeds to cauterize the wound on his wrist. From there, he simply shakes his hand off, stuffs it into his pocket ...and uses his other one to half-assedly wave in front of Iintaquohae's face. "Ahem, a moment of your time, if you would please, Madamoiselle. I need you to listen to my next words carefully, as they are the rules of the Coterie, et will serve to guide your progression." As polite as the request -sounds-, there is a certain element of command that enters the Revenants voice- an element of 'compulsion' founded in the Revenants role as the seamstresses sire, and further reinforced by the very strength he wields.
Iintahquohae nodded. "There's a bit green and blue too, and some pale-ish red or pink…Or both?" Her head tilts curiously. "I used to only see the greens and blues and passed off the pinks and reds as grey or white since I couldn't see them properly." She shrugged. "Your voice is pretty looking either way, I think…It's nice seeing sounds someti-" her sentence is cut off by Kasyr's hand, and she turns her attention to him. It didn't feel appropriate to leave her words cut off with Satoshi, but she finds herself drawn toward paying attention to her sire instead. "Alright," she replies. "What are the rules?"
Satoshi lets Kasyr draw Inks back to the business at hand, while the magus turns her thoughts inwards. She's heard the Coterie speech plenty of times, and even if she hadn't, it engraved in her soul as one of Kasyr's fledgelings. Instead, Satoshi muses over the seamstress' comments. The kit can't help but take pride in being told her voice has pretty colors--not that she finds this surprising, considering Satoshi's unhealthy level of vanity. From Inks' description, Satoshi wonders if her voice looks like the aurora with its pale rainbow of colors. Now -that- would be dangerous for her pride, knowing she speaks with the same hues as the North's purest form of the Cold.
Kasyr can't help but smile at his Fledgelings attentiveness, though he's fairly quick in returning to a more composed expression. When Kasyr begins to speak anew, that commanding element returns- at once demanding attention and obediance, "There is three rules which we as the Coterie need abide by. Loyalty to the Coterie is first; that you will do us no harm, nor willingly aid those enemies who would seek to oppose us." A pause, and the Kensai casually adds, "That does not preclude you from getting into a scrap with your family now et then. We all seem to enjoy a bit of a scuffle now et then." Again, the Kensai gathers himself, before stating more formally, "The second Tenet is that of discretion; We are not feral vampires, nor will we abide them. Do not draw unnecessary attention to yourself, or the coven, by hunting in public. Try not to leave a trail of corpses from your feeding. I've no interest in offering Cenril reason for a holy war, or to attract a parade of vampire hunters." There's a faint nod, and then the Revenant adds, "Finally, there is responsibility. You will not sire, or attempt to sire a vampire until such a time as you're both deemed powerful, rise and responsible enough to do so by myself, or the Damoiselle Satoshi. ...Comprends?"
Iintahquohae gives Kasyr her full attention, though there's an annoyingly nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that wants to pull her attention away from him. That must be the hunger kicking in. After he's given the rules, Iintahquohae repeats them, though a bit paraphrased, to confirm that she understood. "I can abide by those easily enough," she said with her usual air of confidence, though it's a bit strained. She fidgets, and her head turns for the cabin's door. "I feel really, really hungry. Am I allowed to eat things out there?" She didn't imagine what ever creatures may be outside would be something she could handle, but what did she know? "Like…animals? Rabbits and stuff. I don't think there's any people my size nearby."
Kasyr get's a grin that is far too cattish to be anything but pure mischief, "Et bien, Madamoiselle- that es part of why we are all here. The wilderness of Frostmaw provides all sorts of viable fodder for a newly turned vampire- be it in the creatures which roam the woods, or those exiled from the city. Again, I said I would do my utmost to fulfill my duties as your liege, et now your sire. It would hardly be kind of moi to leave you alone on your first hunt." It's alongside this remark, that the Kensai shifts over towards the door and casually pulls it open, if just a touch, "It's a good means to test your own capabilities as well, though I would suggest against grabbing a chair et dragging it with you, in case it's a long hunt."
Satoshi eyes Kasyr as he talks, expression unreadable. "You didn't help me on -my- first hunt. Oh!" The kit twitches, hit with a memory as she turns to add to Inks, "Don't try to eat any anti-mages. Believe me, it doesn't end well." She knows this from miserable experience, and from Kasyr poking fun at her after the fact.
Kasyr said to Satoshi, "You know better, "Well, other than the fact that Satoshi is the main cause of the 'responsibility' rule. "Mostly. Plus, you were used to this even before you got -sharper- fangs"
Satoshi bares said fangs at Kasyr, in something of a taunting grin.
Iintahquohae is curious about her new capabilities. Her sight being sharpened was nice, but wasn't sure if that meant that her glasses weren't necessary anymore. She tilts them down just a bit on her nose to peek over the lenses, and finds that her vision without them is still blurred, though it's considerably less blurry. After setting them back into their proper place, she heads for the door after Kasyr while slipping her gloves back on. She finds herself arriving at the door a bit quicker than she remembers walking, blinks confusedly, then casts a curious glance down at her feet. "What just happened. You saw that, didn't you?" Mention of the chair prompts a half smile. "I can punch too…I mean I punched Ranok that one time." She would've punched him again if given the chance to. Satoshi's advice is appreciated as well. The seamstress's head turns to give her a smile too. "I'll remember that. How can you tell you're near an anti-mage?"
Satoshi hops off the counter, joining the other two in short order, and in time to flash Inks a smile. Oh yes, she definitely likes this seamstress, if she's punched the blacksmith. Leaning sideways, Satoshi answers Iintahquohae's question with a light tap to her sternum, "You'll feel an anti-mage right here. Magic is knit into your veins now. Their presence alone is enough to alert you. And don't worry too much about your feet. They're getting a bit ahead of themselves, but your reflexes and awareness will adapt soon enough~." The kit recalls tripping over her own quickened movements after being sired, and the time it took to adjust to the new agility.
Kasyr finishes pushing open the door, letting in the chill winter air into the cabin. As if in protest, the light from the fireplace begins to sputter and flare- agitated by the sudden influx of wind. "Allons-y, mes amis! Which es to say, let's go find ourselves some proper prey." It's here that the seamstress is given a particularily meaningful glance, "Don't overdo it, if we do find something." Nothing like a fledgeling jumping at something a bit too big for herself, if she was a bit too hungry or bloodthirsty.
Satoshi was said fledgeling. But hey, she ate an entire mammoth's worth of blood and still wanted more, so can you blame the girl?
Iintahquohae did not like the sound of something being able to do her harm that could cause her to feel its presence in her chest, but the sort of built-in alarm system prevented her from worrying too much. She winces at the wind, but finds herself not feeling particularly cold like before. Briefly stunned, the seamstress blinks a few times, then thinks these odd surprises were probably going to be frequent for the time being. She resorts to expecting the unexpected. While walking out the door, Inks takes her steps with some noticeable care, as if she's getting a feel for how to move and be aware of herself once again. "I'll be careful," she replies to Kasyr. She may be cocky and overconfident at times, but she had to learn how to do something before the confidence kicked in.
Kasyr waits until Satoshi is out the door before he shuts it behind himself- the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet evening. "Well, Satoshi- I think we can mix civil service to your city, et the introduction of a fledgeling into this new life readily enough- if you think you'd be able to direct us towards any groups of exiles. Otherwise, well- We can just start walking in one direction until we find something. You know, one or the other." For his part, the only indication that he's actually adopting a more alert state of mind is the manner in which his right hand falls within his trenchcoat, settling neatly near one of his hips.
Satoshi's whiskers quiver as eyes scan the horizon, face in a thoughtful set. "Hmm... No. No solitary exiles near us," she says, voice distant as if she's listening to sounds far off and attempting to converse with them. "They'll be preparing for the final battle, after delivering the axe back. We won't find stragglers tonight. ...Ah!" Vulpine ears perk forward and Satoshi straightens, the amber flecks of her eyes alight with an eager fire. "Frostmares though. A small group just over that hillock." A gloved hand points toward said snow hill as the magus glances back at Kasyr and Iintahquohae.
Iintahquohae hangs back from Kasyr and Satoshi just a bit, as she's still trying to get the walking thing under control without stumbling over her own feet. Once she thinks she has a tight enough hold on her feet to walk steadily a few steps to catch up with the pair ahead of her, her attention gravitates toward the Frostmares Satoshi points out. She squints just a little and manages to spot them, and notices there's one straggling behind the others. As much as she'd like to be daring and try to take a stronger one, Inks thinks baby steps are necessary. " I'll take that one," is all she says, then begins slowly (still very carefully, which may benefit her in this case) walking toward the hillock. She's careful to step just out of what she hopes is the frostmare's field of vision while mulling over how she's supposed to tackle it. Literally. Her demeanor has changed just enough to indicate she was about to try…jumping the horse, for lack of a better description.
Iintahquohae is secretly a pro wrestler that knows how to bodyslam horses. Yup.
Kasyr is just casually ambling forward, though he does seem somewhat preoccupied in the action of staring between the seamstress and the straggler. As though he were gauging relative distances between the two. Really, such a process is just so involving it's enough to cause the Kensai's gait to slow even further, so that it's in time with Stitchs' steps. "Mmm. that'd be easy enough to manage, j'pense."
Satoshi hangs back to observe. Because, truth be told, Inks choosing to -tackle- a Frostmare is precisely the sort of foolhardy hunting stunts Satoshi and Svilfon like to pull. And the kit really wants to have a full view of the coming events, all the better to tell the wizard about it later. Satoshi's fairly certain she and Svil just found themselves a new best friend.
Iintahquohae leaps for the horse, but due to her newfound strength and speed, overshoots. She finds herself airborne for a time, but thanks to practice with Pinquettki she's quiet and quick, quicker than ever she could ever recall being, to right herself in the air so she can hopefully hit the snow in a less painful position. An opportunity appears on the way down, however, and her pseudo-acrobatics lead her to land properly atop the back of one of the other frostmares. Just as it rears from surprise and fright, which in turn sends the other frostmares into a loud, galloping frenzy, she tangles her fists into its mane and sinks her fangs into the side of its neck. Now, her horseback riding skills weren't the best , especially while drinking and without the assistance of a saddle and reigns, so Iintahquohae clings to the frostmare's middle with her legs as tightly as she can as it bucks and gallops for the trees. The definitely isn't what she had in mind.
Satoshi just... stares. It's been a matter of minutes since Iintahquohae was sired, and already the seamstress is outdoing the magus -and wizard in stylish (read: insane) ways of hunting. Svilfon had tried similar methods with a goat, and it had resulted in the pair being soundly smacked around for their efforts--don't mess with the cousin of Deathgoat, was that lesson. "Kasyr," the kit murmurs, without looking at her husband, "She's perfect." Although just how perfect depends on how well Inks holds on as her Frostmare continues bucking and snorting, its gallop taking it into the treeline where branches, trunks, and foliage threaten to unseat the seamstress vampire.
Kasyr couldn't have managed a better scenario himself- ...mostly because he had been contemplating tossing her onto the backs of one aforementioned mares. As it is, now the Kensai just gets to watch his fledgelings antics, with a mixture of mirth and pride. That said, the frantic panic she's set the frigid creature into is enough to actually spur the Kensai into running- since at the very least he doesn't want to risk having it full on dashing into the wilderness and stealing away with Stitch. "I'd say practice Restraint- but J'pense draining it as dry as tu can might be a wiser tactic." It's not quite shouted all at once- but the revenant does get the point across.
Iintahquohae clings onto that horse as she continues to feed, but notices once her eyes open that she's headed for the trees. She might as well use her meal as a shield as well, and presses herself as flat as possible to the frostmare's back and sinks her fangs into its body once more, this time at the spine. This results in only upsetting the frostmare further, and more wild galloping and bucking ensue. It's beginning to irritate and worry her at this point, but also gives Iintahquohae an opportunity to test her strength just a little bit more. Especially after she notices that her grip on the poor thing's mane has resulted in her pulling tufts of said mane out. Her arms snake the frostmare's neck and begin to squeeze as hard as she can in order to bring the beast down. It's awkward, given that she's still drinking its blood, but she's able to pick up the faint sound of one presumably thin bone snapping. It's only one, but the break is uneven and causes the frostmare to give one final, pain-filled buck forward that hurtles the seamstress off of its back. Once again she's sailing, though the landing is far less graceful (the first one wasn't really graceful either, honestly). She lands back-first into a tree trunk, which in turn buries her in snow from the snow-heavy branches above. The frostmaw staggers close by, weakened from blood loss and the sharply broken bone in its neck cutting muscle and tissue internally as it moves its head. In her hungered frenzy, the seamstress climbs out of the snow pile, crawls over to the now fallen frostmare, and continues to drink until she can feel its heart grow close to being completely still. Whether or not she heard Kasyr is difficult to say. Blood is the only thing on her mind at the moment.
Satoshi, upon arriving at the crash site, whistles in appreciation. "You are a whirlwind, Stitch. I like your style, you'll right in~." Not that she expects Iintahquohae to hear her. Satoshi knows how loudly the blood sings for your attention as a fledgeling, she remembers it quite vividly, and still hears it on occasion.
Kasyr can't help but feel a degree of relief- though less out of any real sense of urgency, and more out of a lack of desire to go galloping across the country side. Which, ultimately, also means the Kensai isn't really all that inclined to go running after the other frostmares, which by virtue of their rapid departure, has since reduced them to a flurry of kicked up snow a good bit of distance from the trio of vampires. It's with a slight huff that the revenant collapses against a nearby tree, his arms folding across his chest, "Mon dieu- I'd like nothing more to be ambushed right now- get myself an all tu can eat buffet." It's only as an afterthought that the Kensai considers he ought to say something, even if the seamstress is busy gorging herself, "Good job, et stuff."
Iintahquohae ;; It's a short while before she's finished and the frostmare is drained. Iintahquohae pulls away from her first meal and tries to wipe some of the blood from her lips, but ultimately smears it along one side of her face. It seems that her hunger is somewhat sated for the time being, but she's not entirely pleased with things not going according to plan, despite handling it fairly well. That wasn't supposed to happen. "That wasn't supposed to happen," she murmurs, while rocking back on her heels to stand upright and turn to both Satoshi and Kasyr. There was blood on one of her lenses. Frowning, the seamstress removes her glasses and begins wiping it away. "I imagine this isn't how you want me to handle people…" She feels a slight pang of hunger again. "Where'd the other ones go?"
Satoshi lifts a single finger to stall any further questions from Inks. "Hold that thought." As soon as the words are spoken, the magus vanishes from sight, leaving only a flurry of snowflakes behind. Somewhere in the nearish distance, a whinny can be heard carrying easily over the frozen landscape, and further snow flurries can be seen kicked up on the other side of that same hillock, where the remaining Frostmares had taken shelter. In the time it takes to exchange a handful of sentences, Satoshi has left and a figure approaches from the direction of the whinnies. At first it appears to be a wolf, but as it draws nearer, it becomes clear it's some sort of large, white, bestial fox. Clamped firmly in its slender jaws is the neck of a Frostmare, the rest of the animal being dragged along. The animal still twitches, not quite dead, as the oversized vulpine drops it at Inks' feet, before sitting down with a dignified 'chuff'. It watches Iintahquohae expectantly through familiar amber-flecked azure eyes, bright with amusement.
Kasyr is just going to wait until inks becomes distracted by the newfound presentation of food. It's only then that he'll cease his subdued 'pouting', if only so he can sidle up beside the frostmare that the seamstress had just finished making a meal of. Once he's within arms reach, the Kensai simply stoops down towards the carcass, if only to begin pressing his fingers into the beasts chill flesh. The revenants intention, in this case, is simple enough- to tap into that innate ability of his to draw free-flowing blood to his proximity, so that he can pull what lingering bits remain within the mares corpse. Though it's not too likely to be a fulfilling meal- it should serve to aid in replenishing some of what was sacrified in the process of siring. "So diligent."
Iintahquohae ;; It's safe to say that Iintahquohae is very confused by the sudden disappearance of Satoshi, but she doesn't have time to ask. The moment she hears that whinny in the distance her head jerks in its general direction, and she strongly considers leaving the area to go for another frostmare. Yet again she's confused, however, as the white fox she sees approaching is bigger than any fox she had ever seen. The frostmare it carries is eyed closely, and the seamstress's tongue draws across one of her fangs. She's clearly still hungry. When it's dropped at her feet, Iintahquohae blinks at the fox, but shortly afterward recognizes its eyes. "Oh!" she says with a note of surprise. "Thank you." She quickly crouches down before the frostmare and begins gorging herself once more on frostmare blood.
Satoshi settles into the snow, sitting sphinx-like as her gaze flits between Inks and Kasyr, both feeding in their own ways. An ear flicks back, the only visible sign of conflict in the foxkin's mind. She remembers hunger and all its forms, although she no longer feels its bite or hears its voice. And yet, watching the two vampires, Satoshi can almost, almost say she misses it.
Kasyr draws back up to a stand, a thin strand of crimson pulling away from the fallen frostmares corpse and coiling about his person as he does so. Bit by bit, that red wire winds it's way about his form, until it finally settles across the seared flesh upon his wrist, pooling over the flesh and simply quivering there. A fair bit of excess remains however, and this continues to slither upwards, winding it's way to the Vampire Kings maw- if only so he can consume it in a few hearty gulps. This time, the revenant doesn't need to wipe his mouth. "Hrm. Am i forgetting to address anything? I can't really think of anything else- although, I will confess I'm curious about your teacher. The name rings a bell, though I cannot place if it's through a brief acquaintance, or merely reputation." This question, at least, seems directed towards the seamstress
Iintahquohae finishes eating and is pleased that she was a little less messy about it. She stands again and turns her attention toward Kasyr. In all honestly she didn't know much about Daath. "I met him a long time ago. He wanted some robes made for him…I'm assuming he's well-known in the Underdark, since he's a drow. House...D'jiv'Vindus, I think? I'd imagine he's important to the Mage's Guild to some degree as well, but I honestly don't know." She shrugs, then glances at the second frostmare that she drained. "I feel full now."
Kasyr can't help but grin, "Well, I'm glad in that regard- it saves me having to try et outdo Satoshi." That grin only broadens when it's directed towards the magus, followed by a wink. That aside, the Revenant falls back into a pace of casual speech- "Well, do bear in mind my original task for tu, Cherie- I can't say it wouldn't be useful to have a mage setting a few cultists on fire. Et certainly, his encounter with individuals of their ilk es inevitable, if you can have him hold some of your lessons in Vailkrin." After all, once it becomes known that the seamstress is one of Kasyr's lot- well, whilst such status might ward away some individuals, those who sought to do harm to the Kensai, his ilk, or the city were to be presented with a nigh irresistable target. ...Partly why Stitch would be under surveillance, but hey. Hush, Hush, stuff.
Satoshi flicks an ear before climbing to her paws and padding away, brushing past Kasyr along the way with only the swish of her tail as any form of goodbye. She'll be seeing them again soon, after all. There's no need for goodbyes, in Satoshi's book.
Iintahquohae nods. "I could ask him about it." She wasn't sure what Daath was capable of, but it's safe to say that he'd be far more capable than she at dealing with cultists. "I'll make sure to ask him about it the next time I see him for a lesson." When she sees that Satoshi is going, the seamstress can't help being a little sad to see her go. She gives a little parting wave. "Do you think she'd mind if Pinquettki and I went hunting around out here sometime?" Inks could benefit from the practice with her new abilities and Pinquettki could help her along the way. It'd be a nice bonding experience, she thought.
Kasyr shrugs casually, "I think she might say yes- but I also think you'd be better off asking her, Cherie. Anyways, I'm glad you'll give that proposition a thought- I have a feeling it will be quite beneficial in the long run. And it will be nice to be able to keep a close eye on vous." That said, the Kensai simply begins to follow along after Satoshi, "By the by, I'd suggest following at least till town. You can figure out the rest once you're there, oui?"
Iintahquohae made a mental note to write a letter to Sato once she's back in town. She had a feeling Pinquettki would be thrilled to visit Frostmaw again too. "Will do," she says with a nod, then begins following after Satoshi and Kasyr.