vi. video. unseelie locked. night of the 7th.

[vrykolakas]

[News has reached the front lines. The Brucolac has rubbed his face clean for this broadcast, but his pupils are blown, blood drying in his eyebrows, and he hasn't taken off any of his armour.

He looks like cold hell.]

Those at Caer Scima who got out. The Ninth Spire has room for you; if you need to avoid the sunlight, the cellars are ready. Blood, food, medical aid, a place to sleep, whatever you may need. Go via fairy ring, or else follow the Criostal down to where it meets the sea.

I can't meet you. [He grits his teeth, rubs at one brow with a spike-gauntleted hand, sounds like he's furious at himself for it.] Needed at the front lines. Give me some days. Until I return, my captains have orders to take you in and treat you well.

Comments

[vrykolakas]

—hm.

[Heavens.]

Donors will be rotated. Would it help not to drink from the vein, or will that not fulfil your hunger?

[gehennawind]

It won't matter. [Even as she says it, Paloma realizes it's a lie. Yes, she can survive on packaged blood, but it won't be nearly the same experience. The Kiss is addicting for the vampire giving it, too.]

But please, I can hunt outside the ranks to make it easier. Bring back, uhh, game. Blood is blood and if supply's that limited...

[vrykolakas]

Can you?

[With great surprise. Animal blood, in his experience, has only ever been a placebo. Something to ease hunger for a few hours, while the vampir drinking it continued to waste away.]

I'll keep it in mind. Hunt how you will. But the human stuff must be better for you; take, at least, some advantage of the offered donors. I'll manage matters of supply.

[gehennawind]

[She was never that good at refusing temptations if they're being insisted upon. Tragic.]

Alright, Bru-- the--

... how may I call you?

[vrykolakas]

[He does alright at hiding his grin. It's not malicious, at least.]

Brucolac. Brucolac will work well.

[gehennawind]

[Her smiling is more the embarrassed kind.]

Brucolac. Thanks. ["I owe you." Paloma doesn't say it aloud, she is afraid to give that leverage away freely, but it's plain fact. Who knows how long she would be running in this direction for if he hadn't provided an alternative?]

So I, ahh, I'll see you at your spire?