:||: Only To Make You Proud :||:

[Liaden O'Callahan]

She hadn't paid much attention as the street signs passed overhead, lithe footsteps carrying her where ever her sire directed. Which, at the present, seemed ever forward. It had been quite a long time since he had taken her under his proverbial wing. Coaching her in the ways of a city she had thought to leave behind her. What had possessed her to take up where she had left off, was a mystery. Once she had died. Died such a slow and blissful death. And they had pulled her back, shoved that soul deep within her immortal shell and brought the two together. She had re-awoken. Bitter, angry, and alone. Neo had left her. Left all of them it had seemed. The companion which was once held so close, loved so much, gone to the arms of another woman, childer who were doted on, severed and off to new sires. It had hurt the 'piress. Wounded her deeper than any vial of Holy Water ever could. She had overcome the pain of loss though. Had dragged a broken body around the dulled city streets, satiating a thirst born of countless months of torpor. It was only after this, when strength flowed freely into atrophied limbs, did she take a moment to dwell on what had happened.

She broke her inner musings to cast mulberry hues up wards to her sire. Her sire. The one constant in her new found, second time around, unlife. Koz O'Callahan. She couldn't recall how they had met. Couldn't bring to light when he had offered his name to her. It was a blur, a memory lost to the ravages of time. But she was thankful, thankful for this man who had never given up on her, thankful for his beautiful companion who had embraced her just as easily as he had. It was for him she spent hours toiling away on the streets of the city, gaining those powers the undead sought so greedily. It was for her she minded her tongue, when she could.

"If, if I have happened to cause you strife, I am sorry for that. Sometimes my tongue moves faster than my brain can dictate."

It was the best apology she could muster, there was a reason she had dubbed herself his 'abrasive' childe. It was a nasty little trait she had, this ability to piss off anyone that came into contact with her. It was probably her vulgar nature, her uncouth tongue, and general 'I don't care what you think of me' attitude. She managed a small smile, lips pulling back to flash pearled fangs, "I gained another set of powers though!" She did her best to make him proud, to stand up straighter after every stumble.

[Koz]

"If, if I have happened to cause you strife, I am sorry for that. Sometimes my tongue moves faster than my brain can dictate."


The voice of his childe rang in his ears. A small smile came across his lips as Koz bit down on the tobacco pipe. The tobacco pipe was something new, a step above his regular cigarettes as far as potency of smoke was concerned. A harder hit to the lungs of which he had no use save for his favorite pass-time which was in fact smoking. Letting smoke stream from his nostrils and corners of his mouth Koz held his tongue as Liaden spoke once again.

"I gained another set of powers though!"


Which she had gained more powers. Liaden was moving very quickly and smoothly through gaining her powers, the most crucial learning experience for a young vampire. Although Koz wasn’t sure how “young” Liaden was. To hear her talk she had come in contact with everyone Koz had known from back when he was young. Continuing to bite down on the pipe and letting smoke roll about him the Irishman turned to embrace Liaden. Holding her close to him for a few moments he inhaled deeply letting the taste of the pistachio tobacco coat his tongue. “Strife?” he paused to chuckle, “You have done nothing you shouldn’t ever do. Congratulations on the power, by the way.” He finished, letting his arm fall to his side as he stepped away from her. Koz knew exactly why Liaden was quick to apologize. It seemed she had run into trouble with the population of RavenBlack City every time he turned around. However this was nothing Koz had not done before. He was actually quite proud of Liaden for being able to walk into a crowd of people and have to merely speak a few words before they were on fire.

Koz saw many of his own traits within Liaden just as he did with Haike. Though when Haike had become his childer she was already fully powered and didn’t have much left to learn. With Liaden being so fresh that dwindled flame inside of him would spark every now and then. Retirement was nice for Koz though. He got to sit back and watch everything unfold finally at peace. Liaden was still a welcomed refreshment though. She had a good head on her shoulders so there wasn’t much disciplinary work for Koz to worry about. In fact it was exactly the opposite. He had never hesitated to step in front her and shield her from whatever problems arose. He knew if the time ever came he would die for Liaden, just as he would for Haike or his sire Boomerangele. Especially his beloved wife persephone. “So what to do…well there’s a few things, but to start have you visited one of the pubs yet?” he asked, “Was thinking we’d stop for a quick drink before going on with the evenings events.” He stopped. Taking one last inhale before tapping the bits of tobacco out of the end of the pipe and stuffing it in his pocket Koz slipped his arm around Liaden’s shoulders and began to lead her off to the east.