VTM Blurb

Leif rarely waxes poetic; a hunter older than the nation he lives in. But his eternal hunt, his Selene, the moon that drives him? There is nothing that could stop him from being separated from her.

Her hand dips lower; from shoulder to chest in a way that tips the line between proper and sinful. As if they are not sinful in god’s eyes. The very essence of Undeath is a middle finger to humanity’s god. But he can't think of them when his muse sings in his ear; translating the crowd to him like a loose breeze through a cracked window. Even if he knows he would hear her across the room.

The caress of her voice has his eyes move from the crowd. Paused in their journey by  her hand as begins to draw small circles.

“There are some new kindred on the scene, amoreaux.” A brow quirks on his end, but he lets her continue. “They are coming tonight, my sweet. They…are rumored to be akin to Anarchs-“

A growl rattles his chest, one that calms as she presses a hand into his chest. A calming balm to his anger; one that he voices in a gravely whisper. He cocks his head, enough to where their lips are nearly touching. His way to tell her that he is listening and wishes to respond.

“Anarchs, here? My dear you know we felled them and gave them petty land. Are they mad at our concessions?” He toys a bit, in a way she knows all to well. Giggling in a soft way that has him leaning forward. Drawing her into a kiss that is slow and yet filled with heat. She pulls back first, letting him follow her for a second before she speaks.

“They are new. They do not know. Perhaps…a show?”

“A show? I think we can arrange that.”

Her smile curves into the crescent of the moon. Jagged lines showing the top and bottom sets. Her canines even longer. If his heart could beat, it would skip a beat. The Court knows that she bears his leash, and he is all the happier to hang the Masquerade up for her. To pull it in ways she wishes, even if some may be angry at him. But he grins back at her, before saying the words that she wants to hear. “Call them in, and…perhaps get me the Sheriff. I think we have some business.”