Bringing Home a Stray (2nd Night) - Anise's Condo (Rolf/Anise)

He perked a brow.

"She can obfuscate? Beyond simply hiding.. she can hide and move?"

"Well.. I don't know if she can hide and move.. but I know she can change her appearance."

He blinked. And again. He said nothing, but the blinking... means yeah, he was really surprised to hear that, at the least.

"Interesting." he said, rather simply.

Time to switch topics. "City Gangrel are not highly durable. Some would consider that a weakness, but what we lose in being able to absorb damage, we gain back in being able to not only strike first, due to being able to be unseen... but strike fastest... strike the most. Speed. Kindred call it Celerity. It can be used for any task, that requires quickness or dexterity.. from running... to sneaking... to hitting or dodging multiple strikes."

He would demonstrate, but he had this little issue... he didnt want to let her go.

She gave a little nod, though her hold on him tightened. She didn't seem to want him to let her go, either.

He smiled, softly to her. As her grip tightened, he purred softly into her ear in appreciation of it... but soon, back to lessons.

"And Protean. While the power is, in essense, the same... City Gangrel tend to not represent animals you might find in the wild... most times, they take on more Urban fears. Traditional Gangrel eyes glow Red... mine... Green. My claws look a little less like animal claws, and a bit more like jagged talons. My animal form... something that a person might fear, if they were to come across it in on the street in the middle of the night... my bird form, less conspicuous and more blending with urban bird life... I am able to sink into cement, but Tradiional Gangrel, are not."

"Mist form, is the same, tho..." he found this amusing, for some reason.

She gave a bit of a nod, smiling sweetly to him. "The dog?"

He nodded slightly.

"Doberman Pincher. I knew alot of individuals, when I was a boy, who were absolutely terrified of them. I guess... the form just felt natural."

But something tickled the back of his mind, and he quietly regarded her with a curiousity arrising. "Neck, or wrist?"

"I love them." She smirked, though her head tilted, "What do you mean..?"

A clawed finger slipped up, causing a small nick in his neck.. then in his opposite wrist... having had to let her go, to do such, unfortunately. "I would like for you to drink... drink until you feel completely full, but not beyond that. I have heard rumors.. that drinking too much in one sitting, could really really hurt you."

Her brow quirked a bit, "Like dying from too much water?" She moved up, bringing his wrist up to her lips. Her gaze moved up to meet his, sensual seduction in those dark eyes as warm lips pursed around cool skin. She drank deeply, a quiet moan of pleasure coming from her lips as his Vitae flowed into her mouth and down her throat.

That shiver... that moan... having her lips upon ANY part of his body... ugh.

Must... refrain... jumping... her bones...

They had already spent a couple hours with all that kind of activity, and as amazingly fun as it had been... there was a deadline to keep. But he watched her, as she drink.... his eyes falling half shut in the pleasure of her look and her lips. His free arm pulled her close, as she drank. He leaned in to trail wet cold tongye along the side of her neck, encouraging and teasing at the same time.

But other than that, he simply held her... feeling the blood leave himself, and enter unto her. Happier than a pig in shit.

While pigs are actually quite careful to avoid any sort of poo, she certainly seemed happier than a hot pig in cool mud.

As she was pulled close, her hips raised a bit, a soft whimper coming from him. She drank until she was full, as she had been instructed, before reluctantly pulled back. A small drop of crimson ran down the corner of her lips, a shocking contrast to her pale skin.

Hips raised? Oh boy.... keep it together, mate! WITHSTAND THE URGE!

It was easier thought, than done... but he managed to keep his head, over the matter... no matter how badly he wanted to toss her to the floor for a little bit of a tumble about the room. He shivered, as she pulled away, and half open eyes caught the sight of the crimson. A small lean in, and loving tongue stole it away from the corner of her lip, placing a soft kiss there, as well.

Face nuzzled her own a bit, arms pulling her in tightly once again.

"Onto the other clans...."

She nodded, dark eyes peeking out at him under long lashes. "I'm listening."

"Assamite...." he began. Might as well do this alphabeticaly.

"Assamite's are typically middle eastern, but not always. They are a clan of assassin's, who share much similarities with City Gangrel, in terms of powers and tactics. They do not have protean, but they are fast and just as sneaky. Most... are Muslim."

"Brujah... from the spanish word meaning Witch. Though.. they are anything but. Most are of rebelious nature. All of them carry a bit of a bad temper, and are sometimes pretty easy and quick to provoke. They are strong... fast... and carry a very strong presense about them."

Another nod.

"There are a lot of Clans.." Was all she had to say, a small nod given once more.

"There are supposedly more... bloodlines... clans that once lived, and are now dead... but I dont know shit, about all that. Still pretty young, in the grand scheme of things. There are also clanless, vampires. Kindred who are so ...weak... that thier blood does not manifest specific traits or flaws that come from being apart of a clan."

He leaned in and nipped the side of her neck.

"Here comes the fun part." he said with a smirk.. then nipped her neck again, before speaking.

"There are four sects, technically. The Camarilla... the Sabbat... the Independents.. and the Anarchs."

"Cam have rules, Sabbat runs wild and is bad, independents do their own things, and Anarchs follow their own rules.. but those rules follow the Cam, basically. Don't bite the hand that feeds you - right?"

Blink.

Grin.

Neckbite. Fangs suddenly came forward and plunged deeply into her neck... he did not drink... no no. This was just a gift for a correct answer. Hands fell to her rump, squeezing firmly as hepulled the hips close, and her along with them.

She gasped as she was taken over with the feelings of the Kiss, clinging tightly to him.

Soon, fangs retracted. Smooth lick, and punture holes were closed and clean. Hand slipped up, to lightly drag claws slowly up and down her back... scratching, not cutting.

"Correct." Hi finally stated, nuzzling cheek against her own appreciatively.

"Each sect has a variety of clans, sometimes, all of them. Some clans prefer one sect over the other, but the possibility for any clan to join any sect... is there. I myself, am technically what is called an Antitribu. The terms refers to a person who has turned thier back on the Sect that thier clan traditionally chooses. City Gangrel, are almost always associated with the Sabbat. You may find one or two of them as independents.. almost never as anarchs... and even fewer loyal to the Camarilla."

"Which are you, then..?"

He smirked. It was harder to answer that, than one might think.

"I am Camarilla, with strong Independent tendencies."