#wulfhart

a green text box appears on kattigan’s phone.

" of course i do, i wasn't embraced yesterday. " and yet, she has placed herself directly in the line of fire. some might call it heroic, the way her empathetic nature presses her to help old people cross the street and save childer from burning buildings. but in reality, it is some sick compulsion the beast has to right the wrongness of her embrace, penance for her very existence.

it is this need that compels her to accompany him in her high heels and pantsuit to another baron's territory. a young brujah, one of thjazi's, had talked their way into some trouble and needed a way out and it just so happens that nessa is very good at convincing people to do what she wants. ( a ventrue trait, one she has be honing for years. )

look at how low you've fallen. once a prince, now one of thjazi's errand runners. it would just be easier to rip his throat out and lap up his blood.

the receptionist at the front desk talks quietly into her desk phone, presumably to some lacky of the valley's baron. " just, follow my lead. we'll be in and out in twenty minutes. "