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But. . . How is that?! He was probably dead- The sun was rising and. . .

The sun was rising. . . And he was in Torpor.

Rising to his feet, he finally took in his surroundings- The alleyway of some dingy, decrepit, grody city. Definitely not the mine-riddled front lawn of those erratic Hunters he faced down.

. . . So, he died, huh? It didn't quite hit Pyotr with the shock he was expecting. It made sense. His last fading memories were stepping on a land mine and being a little exploded. The sun was rising. . . It didn't take long to put two and two together.

Pyotr then figured that this was Hell of some kind. Made sense, being a Cainite and all. God would probably want to round up as many of them as possible, the arrogant prick. He took a look around before noticing a window- And. . . His. . . Reflection.

If he was monstrous before, he was now horrific.

Ok, so apparently, the doggie has teeth.

Buuuuuuuuut, they appear to just be dumb muscle. Pyotr can work with this. Maybe Obfuscate and then get a sneak attack in. . . Yeah. Yeah. That'd work.

"Makes sense a Dog doesn't know anything about Caine. Thankfully, my time in the Sabbat informed me all about him and his glory."

A pause.

Zodd gives a light chuckle, before extending one gigantic muscled hand out and gently places it atop her head, before kneading his fingers into her scalp in a way that he hopes is comforting.

"Your loss." He slowly takes the blood bag from Pogo, before looking at it.

Thankfully, by the time the Tarnished had approached, Pyotr had finished draining the poor man of all of his blood. The fangs on his top and bottom jaws retract slightly, stained in crimson ichor that drips onto the ground slightly, before the Nosferatu quickly covers his face with his large muffler scarf.

He eyed the new figure that had seen him. The ex-Sabbat's first instinct was to run up and possibly take them out due to whoever they are having seen him, but, thankfully, cooler heads prevailed. Besides, they looked armed- A hunter, of some kind, then? And an old school one at that, considering they were wielding a sword.

Reminded him of someone. . . His body shivers in fear.

Tomorrow's his day of Embrace. . .

Pyotr just lets out a sigh.