Chrys is out walking his two big cats, they are like black panthers with long barbed tentacles coming from their backs. He scratches them lightly between the tentacles as they walk together across the yard, enjoying the fresh air.

⋠Cian⋡ normally would watch Chrys from the safety of obfuscation for a bit before approaching, but the strange tentacled cats are just far too interesting. He breaks the illusion from a dozen or so yards away and approaches in full view. “What in the fuck are these things?”

Chrys gives off a faint chuckle as he looks Cian over. “Well, the same thing could be said for you.”, he says and then he makes a clicking sound and both creatures sit on either side of him. “These are some of my creations.”

⋠Cian⋡ laughs, shrugging and nodding in acknowledgment. “Fair enough.” He turns his attention back to the creatures, looking them over with a curious eye. “Creation huh? So you must be a Tzimisce then. Hmm…” He looks back at Chrys and scratches at his facial scars a bit. “You look familiar. We met before? Usually pretty good with faces but shitting fuck there’s

an assload of us around.”

Chrys nods and smiles. “Yes. I was in the sewers that night. And yes, I am Tzimisce.”, he says before extending a hand. “I’m Chrys.”

⋠Cian⋡ starts to reach a hand out to Chrys then stops halfway. “Leave it attached if you would, please.” He grins then grabs Chrys’s hand in his long fingers and gives it a shake. “I take it you did a makeover since that night. Pretty sure I remember you being a woman last time. Get bored with it or some shit?”

Chrys smirks and shakes his hand, then nods. “I do, often. Why confine myself to one shape or even one gender when I can be whatever I want to be?”, he studies Cian a moment kind of half circling while the cats stay put. “What about you?”

⋠Cian⋡ shrugs, keeping an eye on Chrys as they circle him but not turning his body. “Took a bit, but I’ve come to like this new body. Like Zaluut said when I crawled out of that grave,” he points off in the direction of the site where he had been buried for his creation rite. “looking like a monster has helped to free me up to really be one. As for the whole shape

changing thing…that’s definitely a trick I’d like to pick up at some point for sure. I mean…I can sorta half as fake it with a little Obfuscate but…eh, I’d prefer the real thing. Jimmy says that with some more practice I can do a bit of shapechanging with our uh…what’s the word…Protean stuff. But that’s just turning into a couple animals.” He frowns and scratches at

his face again. “So it’s a good start I guess, but I’m definitely gonna be wanting more. You’re right, why limit myself?”

Chrys looks him over and nods. “Hmmm, if you do, I’d like to see it. I wonder if it will reflect your unique appearance. I could teach you some fleshcrafting later on. What Pack are you with?”

⋠Cian⋡ grins and nods enthusiastically at the offer to be mentored. “That’d be fucking sweet. I’m with the Oprhans. Sorta. I’m not actually quote un-fucking-quote ‘Proven’ yet so I dunno how much that counts. I like them though, and only part of that is the whole Vaulderie thing. Eliza and Jimmy, they’re near my age so we get along pretty good, and Sara…well

she’s batshit crazy but in this adorably creepy sort of way. Of course…

⋠Cian⋡ sighs and shakes his head.

⋠Cian⋡ “I’m pretty fucked up so I might be batshit too for finding her adorable.”

Chrys nods and then moves back to scratch the cats on the head, to which they purr and whip their tentacles around a bit. “That is part of the connection of the blood. And I know them. Eliza knows a bit of Vicissitude as well.”

⋠Cian⋡ cocks an eyebrow in surprise. “Really? She hasn’t said anything about it. Makes sense though I guess. There for a bit everybody seemed worried I was gonna lose my shit about looking this way. If I was in their shoes I’d be worried about teaching someone that just went through that shit how to do that whole flesh shapey thing too. Could turn real ugly real

fuck quick.” He chuckles at the small pun and then points at one of the cats. “It cool if I pet one or will it bite my fingers off?’

Chrys shrugs. “Well, I know I have seen her as an adult before. And I doubt she let Zaluut touch her.”, he grins and pats one of the animals firmly. “They will not unless I command them to do so. They are well trained.”

⋠Cian⋡ grins and reaches out with his spindly fingers and scratches the creature behind the ears. “Them two not get along or some shit? Haven’t heard mention of that before but…well no smart gang tells the new blood all the secrets.”

Chrys glances toward the house and then shakes his head. “I heard that Eliza snuck into Zaluut’s room and stole a handful of his soil for a doll for Sara. He hasn’t said anything, but he’s nothing if not patient. And that is probably the biggest no-no to do to a Tzimisce ever. Suprised he didn’t flip out immediately. I sure as hell would have.”

⋠Cian⋡ sighs and shakes his head. “Fucking wonderful. Hope my ass doesn’t get caught in the crossfire of that one. I’ve seen the doll, didn’t know it was that big of a fucking deal though. Ugh…” He shakes his head again and pats the cat creature on the head. “Maybe he’ll play it off as childish antics? Doubt we can get that lucky though.” He chuckles darkly and

looks back up to Chrys. “So besides making cool as fuck cat things, what do you do around here?”

Chrys shrugs. ” Considering his age and that his home dirt is so far away I doubt it is something he will just write off.”, he says before starting to walk, the cats getting up and joining him. “I breed servants of other varieties too, including hounds, and revenants. For fun I like to go see things, have wild sex, same as anybody else.”

⋠Cian⋡ follows, nodding as he listens and then looks at Chrys with surprise. “Wait, we can have sex? How? I thought our parts didn’t fucking work anymore? Don’t tell me I’ve been letting all this sexiness go to waste!” He grins and waggles his eyebrows.

Chrys looks over and grins, “Oh… we can still have lots of fun. You just have to put your blood in the right place, boy. Though blood will always be what gets us off. But the humans I feed on don’t complain.”

⋠Cian⋡ gets a disturbingly mischievious grin on his face. “Oh…thank you…thank you so much. This is a wonderful piece of news. This…this is just gonna be fucking priceless.” He giggles to himself like a child. “A-a-anyways…did you make the hound thing that Zaluut had me fight that one time? I always assumed it was him, but he never did actually say.”

Chrys shakes his head at that. “Oh no, probably not. The ones I breed don’t have visible fleshcrafting… they can pass for normal dogs until they attack. That was likely some piece of work that needed disposing of. It happens sometimes. It is harder with living things than working on vampires because if you make too many wrong moves it just dies on you and you have to start over. So sometimes they get to a point where working

on it further just won’t work so they become disposable.”

⋠Cian⋡ bobs his head in interest. “I see I see. That makes sense I guess. We aren’t as fragile as the living. Lot harder to kill something that doesn’t care about shit like organs and nervous systems and all that other bullshit.”

Chrys nods and chuckles. “Can still shove my hand up your ass and make you a meat puppet, but I don’t have to worry about you bleeding out on me or anything. In fact, I dare say that Vicissitude works better on vampires than on mortals. I sometimes use it on corpses so that if I kill while feeding, they have trouble identifying the body.”

⋠Cian⋡ “Hmm. That’s pretty smart. I haven’t given much thought to what I’m gonna do with hunting and shit. I can’t go into the city yet so I mostly just hunt the ghouls and revenants and shit. I guess if I killed somebody by accident I could just rip it up with my claws, make it look like a fucking bear attack or something. I dunno.”

Chrys nods. “It’s not like I make a habit of it. Too many kills will draw unwanted attention. But it happens. You better hope you don’t kill a revenant. Ghouls might take a few months of work to replace but revenants take forty years or so to mature due to the vampire blood slowing their aging. Replacing them is costly. But a lot of the time the Zantosa will just let you, part of why I keep a few around… the little perverts

like the way it feels.”

⋠Cian⋡ laughs “I’ll keep that in mind. It was kinda hard to tell them apart at first but I’m starting to get the hang of it. Revenants are usually more fucked up in the head, and ghouls are usually more scared shitless. I try not to kill them either way though. If the owner gets pissed there aren’t that many consequences for mauling a new blood like me, even if I

don’t survive it’s still pretty much a slap on the wrist from what I understand.”

Chrys chuckles. “Oh, we can get inventive with punishments. Zaluut once made Fiona scrub the tunnels the ghouls live in. She had to shovel shit every day for a month. That was light though. I have heard of people being made to swallow live coals, or having their fangs removed with Vicissitude so they don’t grow back… being starved and then made to eat something really gross like a few gallons of Nossie blood. Or filling your

body cavity up with live ghouled rats and letting them chew their way out in whatever direction they prefer.”

⋠Cian⋡ listens with morbid fascination. “That’s some pretty twisted shit. I’m glad they let me off easy on my little fuck up then. That shit sounds like it would have sucked some serious ass.” He thinks for a moment, grinning, “Would have made one hell of a story though.”

Chrys shrugs. “I have seen some shit. I’m not from here, actually from Montreal. You from around here?”, he asks as he opens the door to his hall and then clicks at the animals once again and they go inside.

⋠Cian⋡ nods and snorts. “Yeah. Us homeless teens don’t get around much. Been here my whole life. Avoided most of the accent cause my mom was an immigrant and taught me Gaelic growing up.”

Chyrs looks back to him and nods. “I can relate. I was a homeless kid too. Worked in a brothel in Montreal to keep myself fed till the Widows took notice of me.”

⋠Cian⋡ gives Chrys a look of respect and nods. “Widows? That your pack I take it?”

Chrys nods again. “Was, I have joined up with Wicked Carnival since I came here. Dragos, and Animal and Abequa are my packmates. I do makeup for the band.”, he smirks a bit. “It’s cool and I get groupie access.”

⋠Cian⋡ “Mmm….groupies…” He laughs and shakes his head. “A vampire band. I thought that kind of shit only happened in movies and crap. Whatever works I guess.”

Chrys laughs lightly and nods. “Yeah, I try not to make too many Lestat jokes. Especially given our proximity to New Orleans. We aren’t the only band either… Echo and Antol also have one that travels around.”

⋠Cian⋡ looks at Chrys with wide eyes. “Re-he-he-heally now? That is something I have GOT to see.”

Chrys nods. “Yeah, I considered joining up with them but Echo is a fucking primadonna bitch. Dragos is way cooler.”

⋠Cian⋡ laughs, “I haven’t met this Echo person but that seems appropriate somehow. Me and Dragos almost got into it the first time we met over some fucking mortal that I guess he considers family or some shit. We worked it out though, despite that particular hang up, he’s got a good appreciation of toying with your food before you feed. Fear is fun, tastes good

too.” Cian licks his lips with his overly long tongue and unconsciously growls a bit.

Chrys nods and chuckles. “Yeah, I wouldn’t go messing around with someone that anyone else has claimed unless you think you can take em in a fight. I like to let people do themselves in, one way or another.”

⋠Cian⋡ sighs, nodding in agreement. “Yeah and at my age that is a pretty short list unfortunately. My only real advantage is surprise. That and being a devious bastard when I want to.”

Chrys smirks and then starts to head inside. “Well, it’ll get longer. Other new ones will come in and you won’t be on the bottom anymore. Just wait it out. And devious is a good trait.”, he grins and pats Cian lightly on the arm. “I need to make sure the ghouls get fed and then catch some beauty sleep. I’ll see you around though.”

⋠Cian⋡ nods and waves, heading off towards his favorite reading tree. “Yeah, that’ll be good shit. See you around Chrys.”